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?)