Chili Dog

Now
Mama told me, "Sunny
Won't you realize your dream is faded?"
Your back is to the pavement
While your eyes are on the finer things

If you're reading papers
Keeping up with modern music
Reading magazines
And looking at all the pretty faces

You know that you're never gonna be like that
Your face, is far too faded for that
You'll never even know if you have made it
There I said, you belong in a basement

We don't need a lot of money
We don't have a lot of money
We are doing well to stay afloat
We don't need a lot of money
We don't have a lot of money
I tell you, I'm surviving on pen and paper

All you damn veterans of the scene
You're no use, you only got a stick up your ass
But I need you, so come get me
But please don't get the wrong idea
I don't need your time and money
Keep it to yourself

You know that you're never gonna be like that
Your face, is far too faded for that
You'll never even know if you have made it
There I said, you belong in a basement

You know that you're never gonna be like that
Your face, is far too faded for that
You'll never even know if you have made it
There I said, you belong in a basement

We don't need a lot of money
We don't have a lot of money
We are doing well to stay afloat

We don't need a lot of money
We don't have a lot of money
I tell you, I'm surviving on pen and paper

We don't need a lot of money
We don't have a lot of money
I tell you, I'm surviving on pen and paper