[Verse 1 main voice]
Damn the manufacturers
Damn them to hell
My graft, my sweat, my expertise
With the plough, the seeding, the harvest
And you've bought a tractor!

[Verse 2 main voice]
What have you done?
You've stolen my purpose
My identity, my very reason for being
You Judas, you traitor, you viper
I put a curse on your farm!

[A calm, serene, almost disembodied voice]
And the times... they roll on

[Verse 3 main voice]
Damn all innovation
Damn it to hell
The practise, the learning, the mastering
Undone it all, with just a few prompts
You made a song!

[Verse 4]
Imagine 20 years learning axes
Hours and hours of practice
Mastering the art
Finally you're good enough
great sounding, quality music

[Verse 5]
I'm an artist, and producer
Then along you come
Savvy with technology
Armed but without finesse
You create your shitty tunes

[Verse 6]
Go to hell, you fraud
You've taken everything
My art my dignity and strength
My comfort and my life
You're nothin' but a thief

A thief

A thief
