Throw your scripts out
thrash your cue cards
this ain't Broadway it's a dive bar
Your routines remind me of work
and work reminds me that someday I'll get sick or get hurt
I'll be broke and can't afford treatment
doctor bills piled up to the ceiling
get whipped up in a whirlwind of debt
before I know it
I'll be slammed back down to earth
into a grave dug by a guy just like me
Your routines remind me of work
and work reminds me that someday I'll get sick or get hurt
get whipped up in a whirlwind of debt
before I know it
I'll be slammed back down to earth
into a grave dug by a guy just like me
I'm not asking for pity just a little honesty