Once upon a time at the end of road

There was a hamlet called Violence

Where no violence could ever reach out

There still is, as far as it is known

Where it used to be

But it's further than it was thought to be

Where no rowdies, roughs could reach out

No profanities, vulgar and those

Could never find the way to the hamlet called Violence

The man in charge strove for the place and his people

Even sold a pig every year

One of their precious piggies, bye-bye

For the name of its own

To keep the hamlet as it is

He and the dwellers loved their paradise called Violence

It is always there, love and happiness you seek for

The whole Violence didn't just wait for them to glow

It was up to them to find their love and happiness

They took good care of what they already had

To raise and grow

Once upon a time at the end of road

There was a hamlet called Violence

Where no Violence could ever reach out

No rowdies, roughs could reach out

No profanities, vulgar and those

Could never find the way to the hamlet called Violence

There existed a hamlet of bunch of gentle people

No one knew why its name was Violence

But people loved living there

Ah they were happy anyway

Yeah they were happy anyway

In the 60s the government man came

And warned against the name

Do you remember the time

When violence was the solution to everything?

After all though

He learned it was human beings that defined the word

And the meaning of Violence

It was humans that expected something

And he left

In the 80s a Hollywood man came and offered big money

He wanted the name, he wanted to own the hamlet

Said he'd even make more

After all though

He learned it was far from what he had imagined for

A hamlet called Violence

It was humans that expected something

And he left

Ah people came, learnt and left

Ah people came, learnt and left

There existed a hamlet of bunch of gentle people

No one knew why its name was Violence

But people loved living there

There's a tiny hamlet you've never been to

You've heard the stories, seen the pictures of it

You're not sure whether your Nana had been there

But your favourite memories with her were from there

And you learnt to live, you learnt to feel

You learnt that your life is lovable

You learnt to see, you learnt to hear

When it's said that you're beautiful

In the 90s the hamlet headman died in peace

And the dwellers knew there were no more piggies to sell

Cause the weather had killed them all

But the hamlet was alright

That was your favourite story

That Nana ever told you, right?

Cause you learnt to live, you learnt to feel

You learnt that our life is lovable

You learnt to see, you learnt to hear

When it's said we are beautiful

There are things words can't say right

There are things you don't know why

And you somehow understand

There are words that sound wrong

But the reality stands strong

So that you somehow understand

Cause you learnt to live, you learnt to feel

You learnt that our life is lovable

You learnt to see, you learnt to hear

When it's said we are beautiful

Yes you learnt to live, you learnt to feel

You learnt that your life is lovable

You learnt to see, you learnt to hear

When it's said that you're beautiful