Broke Musician
I'm 22 years old
Made the devil mad 'cause I never wrote
My whole name on his dotted line
For a fucked up music scene
He said that he can really help
A million fans and record sales
All I'd have to do is come live with his family
Now my health is running downhill
Empty barrooms just won't feel
Another drunken girl is lying
Telling me, my music's great
50 dollars and a headache tab
All them drugs that I had to have
Promoters swearing that they're doing all they can for me
And all I can think about is what I could be
Where I should be right now
It's sad to say I'm not the same
And all my friends know that I've changed
When I swore I would never turn into the man I am today
Tie me up and beat me down
Yell, "I swear, I won't make a sound!"
Mold me back into the man I was before I wrote this train
Because my health is running downhill
Empty barrooms just won't feel
Another drunken girl is lying
Telling me, my music's great
50 dollars and a headache tab
All them drugs that I had to have
Promoters swearing that they're doing all they can for me
And all I can think about is what I could be
Where I should be right now
Whoa, right now
Whoa, right now
Whoa
And all I can think about
Is how my health is running downhill
Empty barrooms just won't feel
Another drunken whore is lying
Telling me, my music's great
50 dollars and a headache tab
All them drugs that I had to have
Promoters swearing that they're doing all they can for me
And all I can think about is what I could be
Where I should be right now
Right now
Made the devil mad 'cause I never wrote
My whole name on his dotted line
For a fucked up music scene
He said that he can really help
A million fans and record sales
All I'd have to do is come live with his family
Now my health is running downhill
Empty barrooms just won't feel
Another drunken girl is lying
Telling me, my music's great
50 dollars and a headache tab
All them drugs that I had to have
Promoters swearing that they're doing all they can for me
And all I can think about is what I could be
Where I should be right now
It's sad to say I'm not the same
And all my friends know that I've changed
When I swore I would never turn into the man I am today
Tie me up and beat me down
Yell, "I swear, I won't make a sound!"
Mold me back into the man I was before I wrote this train
Because my health is running downhill
Empty barrooms just won't feel
Another drunken girl is lying
Telling me, my music's great
50 dollars and a headache tab
All them drugs that I had to have
Promoters swearing that they're doing all they can for me
And all I can think about is what I could be
Where I should be right now
Whoa, right now
Whoa, right now
Whoa
And all I can think about
Is how my health is running downhill
Empty barrooms just won't feel
Another drunken whore is lying
Telling me, my music's great
50 dollars and a headache tab
All them drugs that I had to have
Promoters swearing that they're doing all they can for me
And all I can think about is what I could be
Where I should be right now
Right now
Credits
Writer(s): Koe Wetzel
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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