The Village is Dead

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, oh
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