Artificial Idiots Are compelled Every feudal fool Rules in Hell The peasant writes a lyric A musician woos the governor And the singer owns the audience But a despot owns the theatre So, the song is a lament For a life sorely spent Artificial Idiots Are compelled Every feudal fool Rules in Hell Carpenters builds your houses Your soldiers fight for freedom Honor dies in the fields And banks finance the fiefdom So, the song is a lament For a life sorely spent...
