write a song
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The Musician's Song
I have nothing to say
Yet I sing for hours on end
Repeating the same crazy stuff
About bling bling or love loveI'm a product of
Modern day record business
Nothing to say
But plenty of paySometimes I take out my ukulele
And sing of chicks and booze
Sometimes I screem my lungs out
About a corpse on a nooseI'm a product of
Modern day record business
Nothing to say
But plenty of payI've been on LSD, XTC, BET, or MTV
I make the news for DUI and IPV
Yet everybody wants to be me
Hee HeeI'm a product of
Modern day record business
Nothing to say
But plenty of payApr 16, 2012 12:05 by chaomancer
