Producer Blues

How should I think you're on my side
When all you do is tell me to act?
There's only one above or two below
Just take your fancy paper and go yeah
That's what I think

When we're gone, what else you got son?
Just hold on to two, one, none

Just 'cause of timing with our failings
Us alone and stuck are all down the road
But it's us, you see, not that made up thing
That lines your pockets on the weekly afternoons yeah

And when we're gone, they won't know
We'll be there while we show up the same

Do you know that how you think about it falls apart in light
That your signatures and savings are no better than a fight

When all the words come all directions, we find the way
To come through and show them who we are not using what you say
Which we'll do until we're gone and gone from you on that there show
Which is ours
On Thursdays



Credits
Writer(s): Jonah Scott Nelson
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