Lyrics

Used to see Moondog every Saturday In Washington Square Park And you could listen to earnest folk musicians play Underneath that big marble arch Nothing but love in the sun in a burgeoning community Any given Saturday in Washington Square Park There's nothing doing anymore on MacDougal Street Just shit tons of bros from the local university I'm listening to these zoomers play Down in the basement of Cafe Wha? They're trying to make it sound like Stevie Ray And then they set fire to Jimi Hendrix's guitar And we can finally sing it all together The Village is dead, the Village is dead The Village is dead, the Village is dead The Village is dead, the Village is dead The Village is dead, the Village is dead now The Village is dead, the Village is dead now The Village is dead, the Village is dead now The Village is dead, the Village is dead now The Village is dead, the Village is dead now The Village is dead, the Village is dead The Village is dead, the Village is dead now The Village is dead, the Village is dead The Village is dead, the Village is dead now