I See The Winos Talking To Themselves

Well We're Waiting Here In Allentown For The Pennsylvania We Never Found For The Promises Our Teachers Gave If We Worked Hard If We Behaved So The Graduations Hang On The Wall But They Never Really Helped Us At All No They Never Taught Us What Was Real

The Piano Sounds Like A Carnival And The Microphone Smells Like A Beer. And They Sit At The Bar And Put Bread In My Jar And Say, Man, What Are You Doing Here?

Most People You'd Tell "i'm Gonna Be A Musician," They'd Say, "you're Crazy, You're Gonna Starve, You're Gonna Be Poor, A Drug Addict, Go To Jail, You'll Never Make It, There's Too Much Competition, It's A Terrible Business," Etc. But My Chorus Teacher In High School Said, "you've Got What It Takes To Be A Really Good Professional Musician, You Should Consider It." That Was An Epiphany For Me. So I Thought, Well, Maybe I Can Help Somebody, Too.

Working Too Hard Can Give You A Heart-attack.

People In Music Lie, But They Don't Expect You To Believe Them. People In Television Actually Expect You To Believe The Lies.