Stephen Warbel - The Village lyrics

No, your mom don't get it And your dad don't get it Uncle John don't get it And you can't tell grandma 'Cause her heart can't take it And she might not make it They say, "Don't dare, don't you even go there" "Cutting off your long hair" "You do as you're told" Tell you, "Wake up, go put on your makeup" "This is just a phase you're gonna outgrow" There's something wrong in the village In the village, oh They stare in the village In the village, oh There's nothing wrong with you It's true, it's true There's something wrong with the village With the village There's something wrong with the village Feel the rumors follow you From Monday all the way to Friday dinner You got one day of shelter Then it's Sunday hell to pay, you young lost sinner Well, I've been there, sitting in that same chair Whispering that same prayer half a million times It's a lie, though buried in disciples One page of the Bible isn't worth a life There's something wrong in the village In the village, oh They stare in the village In the village, oh There's nothing wrong with you It's true, it's true There's something wrong with the village With the village Something wrong with the village There's something wrong in the village In the village, oh They stare in the village In the village, oh There's nothing wrong with you It's true, it's true There's something wrong with the village With the village Something wrong with the village