A perfect blue sky above perfectly manicured lawns
People are stirring as the new day dawns.

The bells on the church ring a peal of perfection each day;
The dutiful brethren all line up to pray.

The local reporter reports on the news of the day;
Nothing has happened, there’s nothing to say.

The model policeman stands guard in his uniform blue;
Day after day he has nothing to do.

The rules are there to guide you
And constantly remind you:
You’d be useless without us.
We know what’s best.
We are born to rule you.

Virtious and mindless,
Obedient and silent,
They are told what to do
What to think,
For a better future.

The friendly shopkeeper keeps his cards close to his chest;
He secretly passes on sings of unrest.

The power and the riches reside in the hands of the few.
The radicals impatiently wait for their cue.




Lyrics submitted by samuelhatcliff

Model Village song meanings
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