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Call it curiosity but I really want to see this thing through The so-called music industry spat me out and I left a bad taste in it's mouth It's big, whore-like mouth Pub gigs and sporadic tours get me by but I cannot let go of the dream So I put my head down Put a pen to paper Couple hours later, got another expendable song And it goes just like this... And time, time's running out I'm getting older and I have nothing to show for myself But I still honour my art And this is just the start of another unrealistic adventure I don't do requests I don't think I'm the best I just get a kick out of being possessed inside a song Sing it out loud Pressing my fingers down on the steel strings It's just one of those things It's just one of those things Say what you want of me, I have heard it all before The so-called critics Critically change their criticisms to fit the current scene's vision Some people call me a sell-out from the safety of an internet message board But the masochist in me, it embraces the abuse like a historic warrior's sword SongtexteAnd I still sing... And time, time's running out I'm getting older and I have nothing to show for myself But I still honour my art And this is just the start of another unrealistic adventure I don't do requests I don't think I'm the best I just get a kick out of being possessed inside a song Sing it out loud Pressing my fingers down on the steel strings It's just one of those things And I get pretty shy when people all rendezvous around me And I act like a dick when I get attention I don't quite deserve And I get pretty scared when I consider I don't have a mortgage or a backup plan But it doesn't mean I'm lazy just because you hate your job And it doesn't mean I'm crazy just 'cause I'm singing on my own And if this, if this isn't what I'm born for, then where do I belong? 'Cause this, this is what I dreamt of when I was just a little lad It makes me feel so strong And time, time's running out I'm getting older and I have nothing to show for myself But I still honour my art And this is just the start of another unrealistic adventure I don't do requests I don't think I'm the best I just get a kick out of being possessed inside a song Sing it out loud Pressing my fingers down on the steel strings It's just one of those things Aus Songtexte Mania