The Villagers

The villagers are out tonight
Uptight and bored
They're pushing you underground

On wintry days they stand and gaze
Outlines in black and ignorant villagers

Dark shadows house a sleepy malice
In the backbrain of every body you meet
Man is the village animal
United by the glue of our loathsome qualities
We are sneaking peeping toms
In revolt against each other

The villagers are most insane
They live to die anonymous
And muted to villagers

In revolt against the other
But not against the rules
So in the space age the village idiot rules
On TV for all to see
As some good men walk the streets

The villagers
You can't get lost, you can't get lost
In the village of space, you can't get lost