Crying All The Way To The Bank

I need money
To make my art
I need art
To feel alive
If Iʼm alive
Iʼm gonna need more money
But the thought of money
Makes me wanna die die die
I think Iʼve run out of luck
Should I give up for a shiny buck
Iʼll write a catchy jingle with my band
And swap it out for the jingle of gold in my hand
I get a little less brave with every dollar I save
Or I laugh my way to an early grave
Iʼm running on an empty tank
Or Iʼm crying all the way to the bank
I chose art
So I make no money
And no money
Makes me feel real depressed
Iʼm so deprssed
That I canʼt make my art
With out art Iʼm gonna die did di
I think Iʼve run out of luck
Should I give up for a shiny buck
Iʼll write a catchy jingle with my band
And swap it out for the jingle of gold in my hand
I get a little less brave with every dollar I save
Or I laugh my way to an early grave
Iʼm running on an empty tank
Or Iʼm crying all the way to the bank
So Iʼll sing and Iʼll cry and Iʼll make my art
Coz whatʼs the point of having money if you donʼt have a heart
Give the buck in my pocket away on a whim
Coz Iʼd rather die trying than live like a king
Yeah theyʼre laughing at me at the bank
Stuff their pockets with treasure
While I walk the plank
And running on an empty tank