The lawnmower across the street is driving me insane The weekend's here, you curse, it's fucking Saturday again You watch the play-clothes people drag their doggies down the lane When you're living in a village
Crooks and con men line the road with houses that they built The dung's so deep out in the streets you have to walk on stilts There's nothing after sundown, better drink until you tilt When you're living in a village
And this is what it sounds like every night...
New York, Paris, Stockholm, Barcelona and Berlin I don't care just where you dare to tell me you have been When you're living in a village
The country is nice for pussycats, for, donkeys, cows and sheep As far as I'm concerned now they can have it all to keep There isn't even traffic noise to help me get to sleep When you're living in a village
And you're choking on the bon-fire smoke and sneezing in the hay The water isn't fit to drink for all the rates you pay You'd rush right to the city but the bus don't come this way When you're living in a village
Villify this place and people say you've got no roots But all I want for Christmas is a pair of walking boots To get out of this villageTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
