Lyrics Model Village - Idles

Lover to the shithole!

A lot of nine fingered boys in the village
They haven't got much choice in the village
Model car, model wife, model village
Model far, model right, model village

They ain't too friendly in the village
There's a tabloid frenzy in the village
He's "not a racist but" in the village
Gotta drive half-cut in the village

Model low crime rate in the village
Model race, model hate, model village
Got my head kicked in in the village
There's a lot of pink skin in the village
"Hardest man in the world" in the village
He says he's got with every girl in the village

Take flight, take flight
Model village

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

Still not in love with the village
Homophobes by the tonne in the village
A lot of overpriced drugs in the village
A lot of half pint thugs in the village

Model car, model wife, model village
Model far, model right, model village
I see a lot of gammon in the village
I don't see a lot happen in the village
Just give them an anthem and they'll sing it
Still they don't know the meanings in it

Just saluting flags 'cause it's British
Idiot spirits think they're kindred
Model low crime rate in the village
Model race, model hate, model village
It feels like the village is self-pillaged
Still someone's making a killing

Take flight, take flight
Take flight
Model village

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

I beg your pardon
I don't care about your rose garden
I've listened 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