Road of Success
Write some shit and no one listens
That's the story of my life
Played a show and all of my friends are missing
There was just a white guy and his wife
And they left during intermission
I don't blame them 'cause I hate the system
Room is empty, somehow that's not my worst night
But if I sign with labels, taking offers from the table
And I'm making lots of petty money, showing off their label
But at least the pay is stable and I'm booking late-night cable shows
But fuck it, give me writers from the charts and watch my payload go
Should I switch to writing songs that shows my character less?
Should I sit at the piano only taking requests?
Should I take a deep breath and then puff out my chest?
And take a walk down the road of success
Asking strangers for some money on the street with my guitar
Some would film if I got lucky
People even waved me from their cars
But I'm still lacking all the recognition
Maybe I should find a new religion
Or start believing that a new waves risen
And if I'm in it then I know you listened
Should I switch to writing songs that shows my character less?
Should I sit at the piano only taking requests?
Should I take a deep breath and then puff out my chest?
And take a walk down the road of success
(Take a walk down the, take a walk-)
I think I'm way too in my head about some other stuff
So here I wrote a whole damn album, isn't that enough
For legal purposes, the drugs I mention are all made up
But I still made a whole new world and isn't that enough
Someone tell me what the hell I'm fighting for
Someone tell me, will I end alone and poor?
Someone lead me in the way to open doors
Someone tell me should I just not fucking try anymore
Should I switch to writing songs that shows my character less?
Should I sit at the piano only taking requests?
Should I take a deep breath and then puff out my chest?
And take a walk down the road of success
Should I switch to writing songs that shows my character less?
Should I sit at the piano only taking requests?
Should I take a deep breath and then puff out my chest?
And take a walk down the road of success
That's the story of my life
Played a show and all of my friends are missing
There was just a white guy and his wife
And they left during intermission
I don't blame them 'cause I hate the system
Room is empty, somehow that's not my worst night
But if I sign with labels, taking offers from the table
And I'm making lots of petty money, showing off their label
But at least the pay is stable and I'm booking late-night cable shows
But fuck it, give me writers from the charts and watch my payload go
Should I switch to writing songs that shows my character less?
Should I sit at the piano only taking requests?
Should I take a deep breath and then puff out my chest?
And take a walk down the road of success
Asking strangers for some money on the street with my guitar
Some would film if I got lucky
People even waved me from their cars
But I'm still lacking all the recognition
Maybe I should find a new religion
Or start believing that a new waves risen
And if I'm in it then I know you listened
Should I switch to writing songs that shows my character less?
Should I sit at the piano only taking requests?
Should I take a deep breath and then puff out my chest?
And take a walk down the road of success
(Take a walk down the, take a walk-)
I think I'm way too in my head about some other stuff
So here I wrote a whole damn album, isn't that enough
For legal purposes, the drugs I mention are all made up
But I still made a whole new world and isn't that enough
Someone tell me what the hell I'm fighting for
Someone tell me, will I end alone and poor?
Someone lead me in the way to open doors
Someone tell me should I just not fucking try anymore
Should I switch to writing songs that shows my character less?
Should I sit at the piano only taking requests?
Should I take a deep breath and then puff out my chest?
And take a walk down the road of success
Should I switch to writing songs that shows my character less?
Should I sit at the piano only taking requests?
Should I take a deep breath and then puff out my chest?
And take a walk down the road of success
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Writer(s): Daniel Blair Gelbard Haubner, John De Buck
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