Вершы: The Good Life. Entertainer.

I'm not an artist
I'm an asshole without a job
Making money off alcohol
Making money off calling myself out
"Look at me! A fraud! A phony!"

Entertainer
Thats all you'll ever become
You're no artist, you're a musician
So entertain us
Come on, sing us a song
Keep the customers drunk

I'm not a writer
I'm a kid with a guitar
And a notebook of scattered thoughts
Hum a tune, strum the blues, write some cryptic words
Whatever works
To get you to the next verse

Entertainer
And once the curtains are drawn
You're a screaming contradiction
So entertain us
Come on, sing us a song
The customer's never wrong

I'm not singer
I'm the one with the microphone
I've been making shit up as I go
I'm not a singer
They handed me a microphone
So play along
The show's got to go on!
(The show must go on)
Wow!

Entertain us
Entertain us
Give the customers what they want
Entertainer
You're so down in the mouth
But sales are up this month