The villagers are out tonight, uptight and bored   They're pushing you underground   On wintry days they stand and gaze   Outlined in black and ignorant villagers      Dark shadows house a sleepy malice   In the back brain of every body you meet   Man is the village animal   United by the glue of our loathsome qualities      We are sneaking peeping toms   In revolt against each other   The villagers are most insane   They live to die anonymous      And muted to villagers   In revolt against the other   But not against the rules   So in the space age the village idiot rules      On TV for all to see as some good men   Walk the streets   Unh, unh, unh, unh, unh   Unh, unh, unh, unh, unh      The villagers, argh   You can't get lost, you can't get lost   In the village of space   You can't get lost