Outcast Blues

Poor Life, passionate souls
Try their best
To share something
Giving, day after day
In most cases, to end up nowhere
Don't overthink, just go for it
Nevermind, it's worth the try
Oh hi there, didn't see you
I'm surrounded by people just like you
You want me to give a try to your song, fine
So please, make me comfortable, show me something nice
And quick we don't have much time
But be aware my friend, it's not personal
I don't want it too long or too weird
Just food for the sheeps
You see what people want, Is just a brainless song
That keeps them entertained
In their empty heads
I'll just play blues on Mars
Come on kiddo, don't be ambitious
Just give me something smooth and easy
Something that make money, good
Just like in the movies
You cut the scenes
You shorten it
Give it some rythm and destroy it
So we can feed the sheeps better
Come on sell me your soul
Fortune and fame don't you want it?
Ain't that the point of your music?
You can't do it?
You useless tool
Just get outta here
I'll just play blues on Mars



Credits
Writer(s): Nicolas Willot
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