They say am bition is
an enemy of greatness
And greatness is an enemy of fame
When I pick up my guitar
and I try to write a song,
I think of what my mentor used to say.
Who fucking gives a rat's ass
to just write a love song?
Cause they'll keep your belly full
and your wallet lined.
Don't bother these nice people
with your sad sax songs
If you ask me,
I think they're just a waste of time
Inspiration is the best
friend of my sorrow
And sorrow is the be
st friend of my drink
And I want to look myself
in the eye tomorrow
But I'm worried about
what other folks will think
But who fucking gives a rat's ass
Steve just write a love song?
You see, counselor,
if you need to ease your troubled mind
Can you please sit over there?
I don't want you crying in my beer
Do you want some cheese with that wine?
There's a song that I keep
trying to sing to no one
But I'm afraid that it's too
short or it's too long
And to ad d to all the things that
I'm afraid of
The devil stopped
sending me his songs
And the troubles in my heart
need to get let out
The troubles in my heart need to escape
And I never liked writing poetry
And I never liked doing pottery
God knows that I never learned to paint
So every now and then I'll
sing a sad song
Cause it keeps my spirit light
And my conscience clean
And if you don't care to hear
I don't mind if you go out
and pour some air
I'm happy that you're
happier than me
I'm happy that you're happier than me
I'm happy that you're
happier than me