But what is there for you to lose
Except your silly day times wage
You could spend all day working nine to five
Or you get up on that stage
And tell the world you are alive
You will make gods bow in shame
Something no one else can claim
But if you don’t look up from your guitar
We’ll lose you to a distant land
Of vacant hearts and stale cigars
We just might not make it through the day.
When all we hear is traffic jams,
And jumbled words that prophets say.
But if you sing an empty thoughtless song
We will be your audience
We will all just sing along
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