Entertainer - The Good Life

I’m not an artist

I’m an asshole without a job

Making money off alcohol

Making money off calling myself out

«Look at me!

A fraud, a phony!»

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That’s all you’ll ever become

You’re no artist — you’re a musician

So entertain us

Come on and sing us a song

Keep the customers drunk

I’m not a writer

I’m a kid with a guitar

And a notebook of scattered thoughts

Hum a tune, strum the blues

Write some cryptic words

Whatever works to get you to the next verse

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And once the curtains are drawn

You’re screaming contradiction

So entertain us

Come on, sing us a song

The customer’s never wrong

I’m not a singer

I’m the one with the microphone

I’ve been making shit up as I go

I’m not a singer —

They handed me a microphone

Said «Play along!

the show’s gotta go on!»

And the show must go on

«Entertain us!

Entertain us!»

Give the customers what they want

Entertainer-

You’re so down in the mouth

But sales are up this month