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I had a friend, he said he was an artist Knew more than the average schmuck He said he must have been given a real gift Well, I said that was just dumb luck All work is honorable, yet art is just a job Let me spend my paycheck on a beer No heroes, no leaders, no artists, no gods I'm a worker, you're a worker Wouldn't you like to be a worker too? My work, he said, is so complex Not so much, couldn't sell it at an auction He shuts his mouth and dotes away I guess he serves to serve a function All work is honorable, yet art is just a job Let me spend my paycheck on a beer No heroes, no leaders, no artists, no gods I'm a worker, you're a worker Wouldn't you like to be a worker? Go! What's to think the difference between The tortured artist orthe union Joe From the market I live in, in the world I seen Whatever we reap, we're lucky if we sow All work is honorable, yet art is just a job Let me spend my paycheck on a beer No heroes, no leaders, no artists, no gods I'm a worker, you're a worker Wouldn't you like to be a worker too? Too Come on Do it more Go
Writer(s): Matthew Reber, Eric Davidson, James Weber, William Randt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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