Through division of labor, so improved and refined
With so much variety of goods I can try
And all that specialization, at the cost of my mind
A few operations take all my time
And from this mindless employment, I'll avoid and abhor
The life of a soldier, I won't go to war
Will I forget how to read, my intellect atrophies
I'm drawn to superstition from the routine of my trade
For the hunters and shepherds, though their state is so rude
Every man is a warrior, industrious too
And all that specialization, at the cost of my mind
A few operations take all my time
Will I forget how to read, my intellect atrophies
I'm drawn to superstition from the routine of my trade
Mental invigoration, can I be saved? Ten years of education, I'll be ok
Ten years
The Benevolent Dictators - The Dumb Specialist Lyrics
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Through division of labor, so improved and refined
With so much variety of goods I can try
And all that specialization, at the cost of my mind
A few operations take all my time
And from this mindless employment, I'll avoid and abhor
The life of a soldier, I won't go to war
Will I forget how to read, my intellect atrophies
I'm drawn to superstition from the routine of my trade
For the hunters and shepherds, though their state is so rude
Every man is a warrior, industrious too
And all that specialization, at the cost of my mind
A few operations take all my time
Will I forget how to read, my intellect atrophies
I'm drawn to superstition from the routine of my trade
Mental invigoration, can I be saved? Ten years of education, I'll be ok
Ten years
With so much variety of goods I can try
And all that specialization, at the cost of my mind
A few operations take all my time
And from this mindless employment, I'll avoid and abhor
The life of a soldier, I won't go to war
Will I forget how to read, my intellect atrophies
I'm drawn to superstition from the routine of my trade
For the hunters and shepherds, though their state is so rude
Every man is a warrior, industrious too
And all that specialization, at the cost of my mind
A few operations take all my time
Will I forget how to read, my intellect atrophies
I'm drawn to superstition from the routine of my trade
Mental invigoration, can I be saved? Ten years of education, I'll be ok
Ten years
Writer: The Benevolent Dictators
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