They say ambition is an enemy of greatness And greatness is an enemy of fame When I pick up my guitar And I try to write a song I think of what my mentor used to say:
"Who fucking gives a rat´s ass, Steve? Just write a love song Cause they´ll keep your belly full And your wallet lined Don´t bother these nice people With your sad sack songs If you ask me I think they´re just a waste of time"
Inspiration is the best friend of my sorrow And sorrow is the best friend of my drink Well I wanna look myself in the eye tomorrow But I´m too worried about what other folks will think
"Who fucking gives a rat´s ass, Steve? Just write a love song
See a counselor If you need to ease your troubled mind And could you please sit over there I don´t want you crying in my beer Do you want some cheese with all that whine?"
There´s a song that I keep trying to sing to no one But I´m afraid that it´s too short or it´s too long And to add to all the things that I´m afraid of The devil stopped sending me his songs
And the troubles in my heart need to get let out The troubles in my heart need to escape And I never liked writing poetry And I never liked doing pottery And god knows that I never learned to paint
So every now and then, I´ll sing a sad song Cause it keeps my spirit like my conscience clean And if you don´t care to hear it I don´t mind if you go out for some air
Cause I´m happy that you´re happier than me I´m happy that you´re happier than me I´m happy that you´re happier than me
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