 Yeah
Call it curiosity but I really want to see this thing through
The so-called music industry spat me out and I left a bad taste in it's mouth
It's big, whore-like mouth
Pub gigs and sporadic tours see me fine but I cannot let go of the dream
So I put my head down, put pen to paper, couple hours later, got another expendable song
And it goes just like this
And time, time's running out
I'm getting older and I have nothing to show for myself
But I still honour my art
And this is just the start of another unrealistic adventure
I don't do requests
I don't think I'm the best
I just get a kick out of being possessed inside a song
Sing it out loud
Pressing my fingers down on the steel strings
It's just one of those things
It's just one of those things
Say what you want of me, I have heard it all before
The so-called critics critically change their criticisms to fit the current scene's vision
Some people call me a sellout from the safety of an internet messageboard
But the masochist in me, it embraces the abuse like a historic warrior's sword
And I still say
And time, time's running out
I'm getting older and I have nothing to show for myself
But I still honour my art
And this is just the start of another unrealistic adventure
I don't do requests
I don't think I'm the best
I just get a kick out of being possessed inside a song
Sing it out loud
Pressing my fingers down on the steel strings
It's just one of those things
And I get pretty shy when people all rendezvous collectively around me
And I act like a dick when I get attention I don't quite deserve
And I get pretty scared when I consider I don't have a mortgage or a backup plan
But it doesn't mean I'm lazy just because you hate your job
And it doesn't mean I'm crazy just 'cause I'm singing on my own
And if this, if this isn't what I'm born for then where do I belong?
'Cause this, this is what I dreamt of when I was just a little lad, it makes me feel so strong
And time, time's running out
I'm getting older and I have nothing to show for myself
But I still honour my art
And this is just the start of another unrealistic adventure
I don't do requests
I don't think I'm the best
I just get a kick out of being possessed inside a song
Sing it out loud
Pressing my fingers down on the steel strings
It's just one of those things
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