This song's makeup made second rate
Cosmetic music, powderpuff
Pop tunes, false rhymes, all lightweight bluff
Second-hand ideas, no soul, no hate
Wasn't meant 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 wort while
Being a song-smith crook
Study death in style
You study death in style

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 your shout
Wasn't meant to be built on complacency
Open your eyes and see that lie is not for me

Raise a rope, a knife, cutting out the lie
Don't want to decay, take the short cut way
Oh, go and read a book
It's so much more wort while
Being a song-smith crook
Study death in style
Study death in style

Heard you calling through the drumbeat
Answer with sticks and bones
Scream and shout and dance around the campfire
You can hear the question, can you feel the reply?

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
One, two, three

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Gavan Michael Whelan, James Patrick Glennie, Lawrence Gott, Timothy Booth