The Good Life
The Good Life - Entertainer songtekst
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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!" Entertainer- 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. Entertainer- 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.