Financial Art.
I was sitting in front of
My favorite slot machine
Flat ass broke trying chase
the American dream….
I put in my last twenty
I was all out of money
when those reels
started spinning
like a bee around honey,
then I hit the progressive
as the bells went crazy
guaranteeing that my future
would be full of lazy
with the biggest damn jackpot
I had ever seen.
So now I’m cruising every night
In my jade limousine
got a mansion like trumps
but ten stories higher,
and theres always forty girls or so
who call me “Honey!”
girls who used call me worse
before I won my money.
I’ve got ten Stratocasters
And a vintage Les Paul,
Once owned by its master ‘
till death came to call,
and a studio where I just sit
all day and create
songs that become instant hits
when the streams get paid,
Once they push all of my music
to the top of the charts,
I’m making millions on
the sales of my financial art.
So if you’re looking for a shot
to upgrade what you’ve got,
take your money and
just stuff it in a hungry slot,
and just maybe you’ll get lucky
and hit a jackpot,
and you’ll be the next sensation ,
that the world calls “HOT!!”
cause we know life is a gamble
It’s a huge crap shoot,
So it’s time you grab that handle
and win you some loot,
cause there ain’t no fame in Indie
most are destitute
cause there’s ninety million
songwriters all posting songs,
how can anybody find you
on that list so long.
It’s just something to fall back on
If your gambling does you wrong.
But if you should find the luck
to hit a grand slam whammy…
I’ll be sure to wink at you
when I win my next Grammy!
And I wish you all well………….
In your songwriter’s Hell