The Trade
(Brecht)
I'm on a roll, out of control
Another one-night stand
I can't get away 'cause i'm on display
But i can't see you, man
Smile for the cameras, smile for the fans
Sign their records and shake their hands
Try to stay healthy, try to get laid
Make it to the show, that's the trade
Smile for the cameras, smile for the fans
Sign their records and shake their hands
Try to stay healthy, try to get laid
Make it to the show, that's the trade
I sleep all day on the freeway
On the bus between each gig
I'm making my living singing my songs
Doing my thing, dig
I had a dream, so i made some plans
Things have a way of working out
I found a few people and formed a band
Taught myself how to shout
Smile for the cameras, smile for the fans
Sign their records and shake their hands
Try to stay healthy, try to get laid
Make it to the show, that's the trade
Write down stuff you feel strongly about
Others may feel the same
And before you know it, you might be a big star
And everyone will know your name
When you learn the trade and you're on display
You can't get away
Everyone knows that name, everyone knows our name
Everyone knows my name
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