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...