Hym From A Village
James
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This song's made up, made second rate
Cosmetic music powder puff
Popped horns, false rhymes, all lightweight bluff
Second hand ideas, no soul, no hate
Wasn't meant to be built on complacency
The nightmares ride away when you refuse to play
I'll go and read a book, it's so much more worthwhile
Being a song-smith crook, study death in style
Death in style
This language used, it's all worn out
A walking corpse that won't play dead
Diseased, dragged on from bed to bed
Paid for your twist, paid for your shout
Wasn't meant to be built on complacency
Open your eyes and see that lie is not for we
Raise a rope, a knife, cutting out the light
I don't want to decay, take the shortcut way
I'll go and read a book, it's so much more worthwhile
Being a song-smith crook, study death in style
Study death in style
Heard you calling through the drumbeat
Answer with sticks and bones
Scream and shout and dance around the campfire
You can hear the question, can you feel the reply?
Heard you calling through the drumbeat
Heard you calling through the drumbeat
Can you hear the question, feel the reply?
Can you hear the question, feel the reply?
Hymn from a village
The hymn from a village