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 while 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