seems like every dollar’s gone before its even spent
free pitchers and exposure doesn’t help to pay the rent
they’ll keep telling you why they shouldn’t have to pay
and you’ll never make a dime unless you make your art their way I’m tired of these broken people giving me advice
trying to convince me that my times not worth a price
nothing you can say they see no value in your time
and they’ll mark you as an outcast until you fall in line

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Yes sir yes sir I'll do what I'm told.
Trying to speak my mind but my mind's already sold.
Yes sir yes sir now's your chance to gloat
as another silver spoon's being shoved right down my throat


hard to make a living when they just don’t understand
the labor and the time you put in being in a band
spending all our cash on vodka sodas and our taxes
to make art for people who think were just relaxing
Music can be free if you pretend like its not labor
reward me with your time like you are doing me a favour
i can just sit still and only speak when i am spoken to
but that won’t work the world won’t stop beating till it’s broken you

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It's just a matter of time before I sell my soul
A man with pockets full will always feel he's in control
Tell me what to sing or tell me what to draw
Just another brought to you by blah blah blah.
Yes sir yes sir now's your chance to gloat
as another silver spoon's being shoved right down my throat

Yes sir yes sir I'll do what I'm told.
Trying to speak my mind but my mind's already sold.
Yes sir yes sir now's your chance to gloat
as another silver spoon's being shoved right down my throat