War Of Art

I don't do it for the money

I don't do it for the fame

I don't do it so I can see the bright lights

Spell out my name

But I'd be lying if I said

I didn't wanna hear my songs

On a jukebox

In a jukebox kind of bar

I guess I'm just another soldier

Fighting the war of art

And I love the pretty girls

And how they sway in rhythm when I play

And I'll take a free cold beer

Every time they sit one on the stage

And if that was the only reason why I do it

Then why I do it wouldn't get me very far

I guess you can't pick your battles

When you fight the war of art

It's hard to shine in a sky full of stars

And still be who you are

When you fight the war of art

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If a bullet was a song

And this guitar was a gun

I'd knock 'em dead

Most nights it feels like I'm the one

Up here bleedin' red

And I ain't trying to hurt nobody

I'm just hoping that my broken

Puts some hope in another broken heart

Yeah, I'm just another soldier

Fighting the war of art

♪

It's hard to shine in a sky full of stars

And still be who you are

When you fight the war of art

♪

I don't do it for the money

I don't do it for the fame