Pity, please by Arc Type Set

Aint no purpose in art if your heart isn't in it
The praise you'll receive hardly earns you a living
I play in a band that some people have heard of
I still gotta hold down a job

I'll still write my songs that nobody asked for
but it's hard to be heard in a world full of noise
at the end of my life they will all be forgotten
I still gotta hold down a job

I got a penchant for drinking and crying a lot
I know it's a problem and I'm workin on it
There's too many hours in a day when they're long
I still gotta hold down a job

Now I've travelled to countries that don't talk like me
but they enjoyed music and wine
and we all aint so different when all's said and done
we just wanna have a good time

I'd have sold my soul for a shot at the big time
but they say that I've passed my prime
There aint no use in selling what nobody's buying
and everyones buying good times

Ain't no purpose in art if your heart isn't in it
cause vanity stains every inch if you let it
I play in a band that some people have heard of
But it still gotta hold down a job

• Alternative
• Experimental
• Progressive
• Port Angeles