Village Wives It's all damaged from here on in What is wrong and what's not right Oh the harlots of the small screen Well, they sing me to sleep at night I've shouted hymns of village wives Jesus loves and Jesus saves Hiding out star-crossed and cross-dressed Nowadays we carry ourselves like slaves I will wake up in the thunder I will lie here every night With public fears and Miller Lite What is wrong and what's not right What's not right And what's so damn hard to fix Frankly I just make myself sick It's a hollow way to go (Is it coming 'round?) (Can you hear the sound?) (Is it getting loud?) (Is it not allowed?)