Made Money

Art will come and go

Paint, poets, audio

Living on skid row

You don’t wanna know

 

C:

Made money in my dreams now I’m awake

Record company hacks get all the cake

 

Sell a piece of soul

Busking for a lump of coal

Not on the payroll

The road takes its toll

 

Spotify to sell

Our place in iTunes hell

Beiber wishing well

Smell that BS spell