War Of Art

I don't do it for the money
I don't do it for the fame
I don't do it so I can see the bright lights
Spell out my name

But I'd be lying if I said
I didn't wanna hear my songs
On a jukebox
In a jukebox kind of bar
I guess I'm just another soldier
Fighting the war of art

And I love the pretty girls
And how they sway in rhythm when I play
And I'll take a free cold beer
Every time they sit one on the stage

And if that was the only reason why I do it
Then why I do it wouldn't get me very far
I guess you can't pick your battles
When you fight the war of art

It's hard to shine in a sky full of stars
And still be who you are
When you fight the war of art

If a bullet was a song
And this guitar was a gun
I'd knock 'em dead
Most nights it feels like I'm the one
Up here bleedin' red

And I ain't trying to hurt nobody
I'm just hoping that my broken
Puts some hope in another broken heart
Yeah, I'm just another soldier
Fighting the war of art

It's hard to shine in a sky full of stars
And still be who you are
When you fight the war of art

I don't do it for the money
I don't do it for the fame