Model Village

Album: Ultra Mono (2020)
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  • A lot of nine-fingered boys in the village
    They haven't got much choice in the village
    Model car, model wife, model village (nice car)
    Model far, model right, model village
    A lot of bad blood in the village (I fucking hate them)
    Neighborhood Watch in the village
    Model dog, model watch in the village
    Model butt, model tits, and their critics
    Model lower crime rate in the village
    Model race, model hate, model village
    "He's not a racist but" in the village
    Gotta drive half-cut in the village
    In the village, if you're black, you ain't British (British)
    In the village, judge a man by a pigment
    In the village, it's not Chinese whispers
    Everybody's nose in your business
    Model village

    I beg your pardon
    I don't care about your rose garden
    I'm listening to the things you said
    You just sound like you're scared to death

    Little boy
    Come on stand up and be a fucking man

    Model lower crime rate in the village
    Model race, model hate, model village (village)
    Model snowflake in the village (cocaine)
    Model dame, model raise, model pisshead
    Got my head kicked in in the village (ah)
    There's a lotta pink skin in the village (say it again)
    In the village, made of glass, oh your chin is
    In the village, we smoke fags not ciggies
    "Hardest man in the world" in the village (you're a ruffian)
    He said he got with every girl in the village (he didn't fuck anything)
    He said he was the slag of the village
    Cake face, take bags in the village
    Still not in love with the village
    Homophobes by the ton in the village (oh, would it be nice?)

    In the village, yeah, they got a lotta spirit
    You can lead a horse to water but you can't make him drink it (?)
    Model village (model fucking village)

    I beg your pardon
    I don't care about your rose garden
    I'm listening to the things you said
    You just sound like you're scared to death

    Slut, ah

    I beg your pardon
    I don't care about your rose garden
    I'm listening to the things you said
    You just sound like you're scared to death

    You gotta laugh as the curtain twitches
    And the villagers bury their riches
    But the village doesn't know what rich is
    Just snitches snitching on snitches
    Only one thing to do in the village
    Just say toodle-do to the village
    Toodle-fucking-do Writer/s: Adam Devonshire, Joe South, Jonathan Beavis, Joseph Talbot, Lee Kiernan, Mark Bowen, Tyron Frampton
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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