Текст песни Thumbtacks - Joshua Faulkner

You do it for the love?
You do it for the fame?
Handing out flyers
Chucking it with rain

Your pocket full of thumbtacks
It's not getting lighter
Neither is your bag of CDs
Was it how you imagined?
Should you have gone on stage?
Submit to reality TV

You do it for the blood?
You do it for the tears?
Does it even matter?
Does it grind your gears?

Your pocket full of thumbtacks
It's not getting lighter
Neither is your bag of CDs
Was it how you imagined?
Should you have gone on stage?
Submit to reality TV

You'd do it as a job
In this dead-end useless town?
Same venue tonight
There's no way out right now