Cicadaville (Bored Young Men)
Cicadaville (Bored Young Men)
a group of home recording musicians, recording for fun
Lyrics
The greyhound pulled in for a rest
Night time and a knot in his chest
He knows there’s no friends in here
Nothing to fear, nothing to fear
On route to Cicadaville
On route to Cicadaville
It’s hard in this human disguise
The face buckles in when he smiles
You gotta be smart and take care
They’re not fond of big bugs out here
The bus load goes out for a snack
He stays behind in the back
Outside and just o’er the hill
The warm lights of Cicadaville
These flesh and blood pinheads don’t know
What’s waiting at the end of the road
What’s brewing right under their nose
What’s brewing right under their nose
He sees her paying her fare
A new passenger picked up our here
She sees him and waves him hello
They both know what the others don’t know
Everything is running on course
She’s got the pupa in her purse
Soon they’ll be big enough to kill
Once they reach Cicadaville
These humans know nothing as yet
Of the bloody welcome they’ll get
The others await on the hill
Sweet revenge in Cicadaville
Your last ride to Cicadaville
Your last ride to Cicadaville
