I Want To Be Paid For My

I Had The Title Poet, And Maybe I Was One For A While. Also, The Title Singer Was Kindly Accorded Me, Even Though I Could Barely Carry A Tune.

You Win A While, And Then It’s Done - Your Little Winning Streak.

I Cannot Understand Why My Arm Is Not A Lilac Tree.

The Poor Stay Poor, The Rich Get Rich / Thats How It Goes / Everybody Knows.

We're In A World Where There's Famine And Hunger And People Are Dodging Bullets And Having Their Nails Pulled Out In Dungeons So It's Very Hard For Me To Place Any High Value On The Work That I Do To Write A Song. Yeah, I Work Hard But Compared To What?