As the turbines grow silent
Light once bloated grew dim
And the people that once looked out
Now must look in
The fires look so beautiful tonight
Hear the dirt violin
And politics shall fall
And we will begin
And the technologies can no longer be powered
Mass entertainment is gone
And all the pop and the ponce
You know you won't miss it long
And all the warmth of a man now
Come sing us in song
Moments of unjustified love
And humanities strong
And all currency has fallen
Now the artists are king
Life is always better when
When you let music in
And we shall become God
On a dirt violin
Where is the artist tonight
I'm lonely for him
If you stifle the people
They forget they can sing
If you obsess them in money
They will lose everything
Stand up scream out your life
With a dirt violin
There's a carnival on street outside
Bring it on bring it in
And you wore down your soul
Where you sold her as sin
All those that once fed on us
Now must grow thin
And if you're alive in the darkest hour
Better learn how to dream
And I'm lonely where is the artist now
With a dirt violin
And I shall speak out the truth
When you defend us in shame
There's a tired old war horse
On that battlefield again
Ya didn't see it coming
The moment before oblivion is fame
And where is the artist tonight
I call out for his pain