So you say you want to make art
But you don’t have the heart
Or the words worth repeating
Not that you could ever
Sell it in those jeans
I think you forget it’s not the voice
So much as how you wear it
The interest isn’t in a drug of choice
It’s in the price of the high
You’re climbing the tiers
On a campaign trail
To make something so personal
A high commodity
Oh there are so many holes in your story
So you want to be a high commodity
Congratulations, you’ve sold your story
You’re a long ways away from
The coastal climates you’re used to
I think you forget the business you’re in