MODEL VILLAGE Gong : Rejoice! I'm Dead! dave sturt A perfect blue sky above perfectly manicured lawns. People are stirring as the new day dawns. The bells on the church ring a peal of perfection each day; The dutiful brethren all line up to pray. The local reporter reports on the news of the day; Nothing has happened, there's nothing to say. The model policeman stands guard in his uniform blue; Day after day he has nothing to do. The rules are there to guide you And constantly remind you: You’d be useless without us. We know what’s best. We are born to rule you. Virtuous and mindless, Obedient and silent, They are told what to do, What to think, For a better future. The friendly shopkeeper keeps his cards close to his chest; He secretly passes on signs of unrest. The power and the riches reside in the hands of the few. The radicals impatiently wait for their cue.