Текст песни The Ballad Of Music Biz - Baby Scream

It's late at night, I'm done
My schedule now is gone, got no will to move on
But I'll send a thousand emails more and wait for no reply
No one's at my door
They write about who's trendy while the rest of us r jerking off
I'm 35 and I feel lost
I paid the cost
My Bandcamp sold one song
I'll never make the stupid "Rolling Stone"
I'll try to book a show
At least I'll get a meal and an empty front row
My Facebook page is such a bore
I'd better roll a joint
(Childhood dreams ignored)
I've had some t-shirts made but the ink was shit and no one cared
My aim is now impaired and it feels like hell
My hit was never aired
My Broken Heart Will Never be Repaired
My Broken Heart Will Never be Repaired
My Broken Heart Will Never be Repaired