He certainly did earn that reputation.
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
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
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The lyrics here are off sometimes in important places and won't correct when I try to edit them, so:
This song's made up, made second rate Cosmetic music, powderpuff Pop tunes, false rhymes, all lightweight bluffs Secondhand ideas, no soul, no hate Wasn't meant to be Beyond complacency The nightmares right away When you refuse to lay Oh go and read a book It's so much more worthwhile Being a song-smith crook Study depth in style Depth in style
This language used is all worn out A walking corpse it won't play dead Disease dragged on from bed to bed Paid for your twist, paid for shout Wasn't meant to be Beyond complacency Open your eyes and see That lie is not for we
Raise a rope, a knife Cut it out - the lie I don't want to decay Take the shortcut way Oh go and read a book It's so much more worthwhile Being a songsmith crook Study depth in style Study depth in style
Heard you calling through the drumbeat Answer with sticks and bones Scream, shout, 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