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Koe Wetzel

Broke Musician

 

Broke Musician

(album: Noise Complaint - 2016)


I'm 22 years old
Made the devil mad
Cause I never wrote
My whole name on his dotted line
For a fucked up music scene
He said that he can really help
Million fans and record sales
All I'd have to do is come live with his family

Now my health is running downhill
Empty barrooms just won't feel
Another drunken girl is lying
Telling me, my music's great
$50 and a headache tab
All them drugs that I had to have
Promoters swearing that they're doing
All they can for me
And all I can think about
Is what I could be
Where I should be
Right now

It's sad to say
I'm not the same
And all my friends know that I've changed
When I swore I would never turn into the man I am today
Tie me up and beat me down
Yell, "I swear I won't make a sound"
Mold me back into the man I was before I wrote this train

Because now my health is running downhill
Empty barrooms just won't feel
Another drunken girl is lying
Telling me, my music's great
$50 and a headache tab
All them drugs that I had to have
Promoters swearing that they're doing
All they can for me
And all I can think about
Is what I could be
Where I should be
Right now

Woah...
Right now
Right now
Woah...

And all I can think about
Is how my health is running downhill
Empty barrooms just won't feel
Another drunken whore is lying
Telling me, my music's great
$50 and a headache tab
All them drugs that I had to have
Promoters swearing that they're doing
All they can for me
And all I can think about
Is what I could be
Where I should be
Right now

Right now

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