Art

Nothing ruins art quite like an audience
That's just the way it's always been
But your enjoyment is not as important as my self-set glory is
My ego's the only thing you can see clearly through the screen

But I'm not signed
So suck my balls
I don't do requests. I'm not your clown
Fuck you all
Who cares about broader reach?
This is not about you. This is all about me
And my tiny, little conscience
And staving off unease

So bring it on
Bring it on
Fuck the labels. Bring it on
I am a micro-influencer
And I won't be one for long
So bring it on
Bring it on
You gotta make waves while the night is young
You gotta rock on the way up
'Cos the only way to go from there is down

So I'm trapped for now
And the fact for now is there's no escaping this
I'm spending 7 out of 5 of my working days
Writing pseudo-salient quips
All I've ever wanted is to sing my little songs
And though the pressure's slowly building
I do my best damn work when I'm working on my own

So bring it on
Bring it on
Before too long, my friends and fans will be all long gone
And I'll have wanked myself to death
In the sickening musk of my mum's basement
So bring it on
Bring it on!
Crank the caffeine!
Let's write some songs!
I am a rock star! I've got a fucking Icarus complex
I can do what I fucking want

I thought fame might make me happy
But she seems a fickle, cheap romance
No one even listens to my lyrics
They just want to see me dance

(I'm in a cage)
All the 'real' stars are hanging out in bars
(I'm in a cage)
Hanging out in bars
(I'm in a cage, motherfucker. Cage, motherfucker. Do you see me?)
All the 'real' stars are in LA or behind bars
(I'm in a cage)
Or hanging out in bars



Credits
Writer(s): Tim Minchin
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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