[Verse 1]
This songs made up, made second rate
Cosmetic music, powderpuff
Pop tunes, false rhymes, all lightweight bluffs
Second-hand ideas, no soul, no hate

[Chorus]
Wasn't mean to be built on complacency
The nightmares ride away when you refuse to play
Oh go and read a book it's so much more worth while
Being a song-smith crook, study death in style
Study death in style

[Verse 2]
This language used is all worn out
A walking corpse that won't play dead
Disease dragged on from bed to bed
Pay for your twist, paid for shout

[Chorus]
Wasn't meant to be built on complacency
Opеn your eyes and see that lie is not for wе
Raise a rope and a knife cut it out - the lie
I don't want to decay take the short cut away
Oh go and read a book it's so much more worthwhile
Being a song-smith crook study death in style
Study death in style
[Post-Chorus]
Heard you calling through the drumbeat
Answered with sticks and bones
Scream, shout, and dance about the campfire
You can hear the question, can you feel the reply?

[Outro]
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