STUDIO By Tom Jensen
The price of success is worth it unless
You couldn't careless 'bout the rest of us
It's a big mess when fame goes to your head
Sometimes it happens to the best of us
I'm here in the studio
And man... you are where?
Oh, oh.... I don't know
I’m stuck here in this dirty corner of the world
While you’re out there planning your grand tour
I’m stuck here in this dusty corner of the world
While you’re out there making money
And being chased by lots and lots of girls
When I say I’m better than sliced bread
Surely some people act very surprised
But once they read my book of poetry
You should see the look within their eyes
They stuck me here to make hits for you
Pacing back in forth in an empty room
There ain’t nothing that's gonna inspire me today
As I wait for something to come along my way
Same as yesterday and the day before
Repetition’s made it okay so I no longer desire for more
I'm here in the studio
And man... you are where?
Oh, oh.... I don't know
The price of success is worth it unless
You couldn't careless 'bout the rest of us
It's a big mess when fame goes to your head
Sometimes it happens to the best of us