O, Balladeers, to whom do you sing?
O, Balladeers, why bring suffering?
O, Balladeers, can you change your tuning?
Once there were musicians,
That knew how to appreciate,
Seems they've lost their positions,
As they grew to know hate.
Once there were jesters,
Whose expressions were from the soul,
Appears now there's only molesters,
Intent on taking their toll.
The Beatless Sense Mongers