The Wordsmith enters the house He walks up the stairwell Takes off his soggy raincoat Prostrates himself in prayer The bigger the city The lower the people King's dancing daughter is eager For the holy man's head on a plate The Wordsmith stares at the heavens He's writing a book of life The dawn is breaking outside Into a dreary rainy morning The longer the hunger The madder the devils Judas is salting the bread And the veil is torn in the temple The devils rip through the windows The devils rip into souls Dispensing with their sheep's clothes Baring their fangs and claws The brighter the stars The softer the sounds The rooster has crowed three times And sunshine is already coming The Prince enters the tube Takes off his funny hat Takes out a graphite pencil And writes "Idiot" on the wall The higher the sun The shorter the shadows The tombstone's ready at graveside Easter day has come to the world There can be no night without light And there's no day without the dark The heavenly cycle of powers Brings us light and brings us life There can be no night without light And there's no day without the dark The Idiot The Idiot The Idiot The Idiot A son without a Fatherland A man with no Motherland The Idiot A prodigal son without a fatherland An orphan with no motherland The Idiot The Idiot A son without a Fatherland A man with no Motherland Idiot