No,
your
mom
don't
get
it
and
your
dad
don't
get
it
Uncle
John
don't
get
it
and
you
can't
tell
grandma
'cause
her
heart
can't
take
it
and
she
might
not
make
it
They say, "Don't dare, don't you even go there"
"Cutting off your long hair"
"You do as you're told"
Tell you, "Wake up, go put on your makeup"
"This is just a phase you're gonna outgrow"
Feel the rumors follow you
from Monday all the way to Friday dinner
You got one day shelter
Then it's Sunday hell to pay, you young lost sinner
Well I've been there, sitting in that same chair
Whispering that same prayer half a million times
It's a lie though, buried in disciples
One page of the bible isn't worth a life
There's something wrong in the village
They stare in the village
There's nothing wrong with you, it's true
There's something wrong with the village