Teddy Grey - Artists Lyrics

Artists are selfish, son, take it from me
They contribute nothing to our society
They put themselves first and they pester their friends
They're never as good as they are in their heads

They'll ask you for money to record their songs
Then expect you to pay for them when they're all done
They vie for attention, then want to be alone
They're paid to have hobbies, yet they still bitch and moan

Artists are awful, they take and they take
You can give them the world and they'll still ask for more
Artists are garbage, now make no mistake
Son, if you're one of them
Then you walk right out that door

Not that I don't get it, I had my dreams too
But life doesn't care son, your plans will fall through
I couldn't make it, so let me be clear
You can't be an artist, it's not a career

Artists are awful, they take and they take
You can give them the world and they'll still ask for more
Artists are garbage, now make no mistake
Son you're not one of them
You won't be one of them

And did it ever hit you that I too wanted fame
And I gave up my dreams for you?
So if you wanna thank me, then you'll do the same
'Cause if I had to be miserable, then damn right you're gonna be too

Artists are stubborn, I know it firsthand
But why would an artist listen to his old man?
I know I can't stop you, so go try if you can
I just pray to god that you have a back-up plan