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PERFORMING ARTISTS
IDLES
IDLES
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lee Kiernan
Lee Kiernan
Composer
Mark Bowen
Mark Bowen
Songwriter
Adam Devonshire
Adam Devonshire
Composer
Joe South
Joe South
Composer
Joe Talbot
Joe Talbot
Composer
Jon Beavis
Jon Beavis
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Adam Greenspan
Adam Greenspan
Producer
Atom Greenspan
Atom Greenspan
Producer
Nick Launay
Nick Launay
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
A lot of nine fingered boys in the village
They haven't got much choice in the village
Model car, model wife, model village
Model far, model right, model village
They ain't too friendly in the village (In the village)
There's a tabloid frenzy in the village
He's not a racist but in the village
Gotta drive half cut in the village
Model low crime rate in the village
Model race, model hate, model village (Village)
Got my head kicked in in the village
There's a lot of pink skin in the village
Hardest man in the world in the village
He's says he's got with every girl in the village
[Verse 2]
Take flight, take flight
Model village
[Verse 3]
I beg your pardon
I don't care about your rose garden
I've listened to the things you said
You just sound like you're scared to death
[Verse 4]
Still not in love with the village
Homophobes by the tonne in the village
A lot of over priced drugs in the village
A lot of half pint thugs in the village
Model car, model wife, model village
Model far, model right, model village
I see a lot of gammon in the village
I don't see a lot happen in the village
Just give them an anthem and they'll sing it
Still they don't know the meanings in it
Just saluting flags 'cause its British
Idiot spirits think they're kindred
Model low crime rate in the village
Model race, model hate, model village
It feels like the village is self pillaged
Still someone's making a killing
[Verse 5]
Take flight, take flight
Take flight
Model village
[Verse 6]
I beg your pardon
I don't care about your rose garden
I've listened to the things you said
You just sound like you're scared to death
[Verse 7]
I beg your pardon
I don't care about your rose garden
I've listened to the things you said
You just sound like you're scared to death
[Verse 8]
You gotta laugh as the curtain twitches
And the villagers bury their riches
But the village doesn't know what rich is
Just snitches snitching on snitches
Only one thing to do in the village
Just say toodle-do to the village
Toodle-fucking-do
Written by: Adam Devonshire, Joe South, Joe Talbot, Jonathan Beavis, Lee Kiernan, Mark Bowen
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