The Village

No, your Mum don't get it
And your Dad don't get it
Uncle John don't get it
And you can't tell Grandma
'Cause her heart can't take it
And she might not make it
They say don't dare, don't you even go there
Cutting off your long hair, you do as you're told
Tell you wake up, go put on your make up
This is just a phase you're gonna outgrow
There's something wrong in the village, in the village, oh
They stare in the village, in the village, oh
There is nothing wrong with you, it's true, it's true
There's something wrong with the village, with the village
There's something wrong with the village
Feel the rumours follow you from Monday
All the way to Friday dinner
You get one day of shelter,
Then it's Sunday, hell to pay
You young, lost sinner
Well I've been there, sitting in that same chair
Whispering that same prayer half a million times
It's a lie though, buried in Disciples
One page of the Bible isn't worth a life
There's something wrong in the village, in the village, oh
They stare in the village, in the village, oh
There is nothing wrong with you, it's true, it's true
There's something wrong with the village, with the village
Something wrong with the village
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There's something wrong in the village, in the village, oh
They stare in the village, in the village, oh
There is nothing wrong with you, it's true, it's true
There's something wrong with the village, with the village
Something wrong with the village