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Villagers
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Conor J O'Brien
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Naked on the toilet with a toothbrush in his mouth,
When he suddenly acquired an overwhelming sense of doubt.
Every single piece of baggage he'd been holding on his back,
Was beginning to dig dig dig in and his back began began to crack.
And when he finally broke up, he found that he'd been breaking down.
Little body, little soul, little shrapnel on the ground
So he started to examine from the clumsy to the cute,
From the fat, fat cat to the destitute
From the chat, fat cat to the mute
Oh earthly pleasure ring out
From the rigors of this road
Earthly pleasure ring out
From the caverns of my soul
Then suddenly he found themselves in 1822
And he was in another body, in a heavy sort of suit
He was surrounded but he'd started making plans to make a run
When they called to him, son, cock your gun
And so he did as all the others had already done
He put his finger on the trigger and he gave 'em some
And though he don't like to admit it, it was sensual and pure
And he changed that day though he can't be sure
If it's the sickness or the cure.
Oh earthly pleasure ring out
From the rigors of this road
Earthly pleasure ring out
From the caverns of my soul
So there he was in front of her divine simplicity
And she was speaking Esperanto and drinking ginger tea
As she inquired about the reason for his visit here today
Well he just said, no reason, and I really shouldn't stay.
And so he thought that she would think that he was some kind of freak
And that he'd go back to the grind, and that he wouldn't last a week
But she didn't, she just sighed and added softly with a smile
Sit down dear child, what's on your mind?
And so he frantically described to her, the kingdom at her feet
As she continued with her manicure and poured another tea
As he recounted tales of misery and suffering and pain
She was yawning at the ceiling, so we had to up his game
The only thing your children cherish is to move up the ranks
Lucifer is in our courts, Beelzebub is in our banks
And if you don't cooperate with us, we'll hang you 'til you're dead
So she granted him a wish, and let him write it on her head
And when he read it back to her, this is all it said
Earthly pleasure ring out
From the rigors of this road
Earthly pleasure ring out
From the caverns of my soul
Now I truly understand
But I don't understand a thing
So let this earthly pleasure sing
Earthly pleasure
Writer(s): Conor Joseph Patrick O'brien
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