Don’t cry over spilled milk
You won’t last the day
And don’t fight for the big bills
Well, that’s what you say
But I recognize
Dollar signs in your eyes
So please keep your hands
Where I can see them
They call this a blessing
But it’s a curse to me
I’m tired of confessing
That I’d play for free
On most any stage
Just rig up the PA
Hand me a microphone
I’ll perform till the daylight breaks
But these empty pockets cry for change
We may not quite look like rock stars
So just trust me… we are
Guitar-swinging professionals
Born to be icons
A calling, you see
To be sonically free
But each show has a fee, man
So why don’t you please pay us?
Don’t fight with the old friends
That write bad reviews
And don’t cry when the sound man
Gets more cash than you
Cuz deep underneath
He’d give a leg to be
Rocking on stage
In your place
And don’t think since I ‘ve got a smile on my face
That everything we do is just fun and games
We’ve spent hours in
Little rooms, practicin’
Catchy grooves that the youth
Can shake their booties to
Wouldn’t you say
That deserves compensation?
And I don’t see free drinks as currency
Please pay attention
To our simple demands
All we ask is for what we are due
I guess I should mention
That we work with our hands
And these instruments merely are tools
That we use
Because money makes the world go round
Its so sad to say
But its true
credits
from Little Miss Blackout,
released August 8, 2009
John Norwood - Vocals/Guitar
Chris Bentley - Bass
Ryan SIlvernail - Drums