alternative rock
fluidity
Story behind the song
This song is for every drunk heckler telling me to play Hotel California; For every Record exec that's not looking for good music, but good looking musicians; For every musician, friend and family member that thinks i should dumb my music down to sell it to the masses. I Write Songs, Not Cheques.
J.P.
Lyrics
Its like a botched job on an amputated leg and you cut off my head instead
Its like a bonfire of a think-tank just for money in the bank
Im an opposition to your supposition that backwards is the only way forward
Ive got a brain Im not a cultural stain, playing music for money and whores.
In the interest of gathering interest you forget what you were interested in
Ive learned to walk and I refuse to crawl back in that hole again
Oh, What do you take me for, Just a two-bit clown with an amplified block of wood
Oh, Who did you mistake me for, I write songs not cheques
You got your head jammed in the business end of a horse thats just about to bolt
You got your dirty fingers in too many pies to taste the sweetness from the salt
Yoy got your assets and liabilities but the only thing I need is me
So Ill, save my best for a better day, and Ill give you the rest for free