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
There's something wrong in the village
In the village, ooh
They stare in the village
In the village, ooh
There's nothing wrong with you
It's true, it's true
There's something wrong with the village
With the village
There's something wrong with the village
Feel the rumors follow you
From Monday
All the way to Friday dinner
You got one day of 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
In the village, oh
They stare in the village
In the village, oh
There's nothing wrong with you
It's true, it's true
There's something wrong with the village
With the village
There's something wrong with the village
There's something wrong in the village
In the village, ooh
They stare in the village
In the village, ooh
There's nothing wrong with you
It's true, it's true
There's something wrong with the village
With the village
There's something wrong with the village
