Made Money

Art will come and go

Paint, poets, audio

Living on skid row

You don’t wanna know



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