The Money
Some folks just struggle in vain,
stress their nerve and wrack their brains,
wonder if we’re all insane,
when they see us create again.
They ask of visions deep inside,
a hidden genius in our mind,
what inspiration they can find,
and we just look at them and lie…
Because we do it for the money…
lots and lots of money….
yes all of us must work for money…
It helps to fend off the pain,
we’re all playing the same game.
We don’t speak for generations,
money is motivation,
like you we hate starvation,
needing cash spurs creation.
I’ve run into artist types,
most of the could use a bite,
high ideals won’t pay for lights…
or fancy mansions, big and bright.
Oh yes, we do it for the money…
lots and lots of money….
sometimes my song bring in the money…
only card I have to play,
so I guess I’ll make it pay..
I’ve got bills and kids to feed,
wife and family with real needs,
and I ask you honestly
what options are left for me?
No doctor, can’t engineer,
most folks think me weird,
social games just bring me fear,
that’s why I ‘sell out’ every year.
You see we do it for the money…
lots and lots of money…
they say it’s not ‘art’ if there’s money…
I hear that nonsense every day,
it’s such a stupid thing to say.
Copyright ©
David Welch
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