Lyrics
This song's make-up made second rate
Cosmetic music powder puff
Pop taunts boss rhymes all lightweight bluff
Second hand ideas no soul no hate
Wasn't meant to live on complacency
The nightmare's right 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
Disease dragged on from bed to bed
Pay for your twist pay for your shout
Wasn't meant to be on complacency
Open your eyes and see that lie is not for we
Raise the rope at night 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