IDLES - Model Village (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Joe Talbot & slowthai] A lot of nine-fingered boys in the village They haven't got much choice in the village Model car, model wife, model village (Nice car) Model far, model right, model village A lot of bad blood in the village (I fu*king hate them) Neighbourhood watch in the village Model dog, model watch in the village Model run, model tits and acrylics Model low crime rate in the village Model race, model hate, modеl village He's "not a racist but" in the villagе Gotta drive half-cut in the village In the village, if you're black you ain't British (British) In the village judge a man by our pigments In the village it's all Chinese whispers Everybody's nose in your business Model village [Chorus: Joe Talbot & slowthai] I beg your pardon I don't care about your rose garden I'm listenin' to the things you said You just sound like you're scared to death [Post-Chorus: slowthai] Hahaha Little boy (You scared mate?) Come on stay up and be a fu*king man [Verse 2: Joe Talbot & slowthai] Model low crime rate in the village Model race, model hate, model village (Village) Model snowflake in the village (Cocaine) Model day, model raise, model piss-head Got my head kicked in in the village (Wah) There's a lot of pink skin in the village In the village made of glass, like your chin is In the village we smoke f*gs, not ciggies "Hardest man in the world" in the village He says he got with every girl in the village He said he was the slag of the village Coke face take bags in the village Still not in love with the village h*mophobes by the tonne in the village In the village, yeah they got a lot of spirit You can lead a horse to water but you can't make em' drink it Model village (Model fu*king village) [Chorus: Joe Talbot & slowthai] I beg your pardon I don't care about your rose garden I'm listenin' 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'm listenin' to the things you said You just sound like you're scared to death [Outro: Joe Talbot] You gotta laugh as the curtain twitches And the villagers bury their riches But the village doesn't know what rich is Just snitches snitchin' on snitches Only one thing to do in the village Just say toodle-do to the village Toodle-fu*king-do