Plenty of talent but where is your heart and your soul?
The working class heroes
Come down with the small town blues
It's a shame
I spent my last buck at the bar
Sang to a crowd that could not have cared.. less
Yes it is a question of originality
My obsession my profession even with no money
I guess whatever sells is good as gold
Plenty of talent but where is your heart and your soul?
Split the seams of the scene
Music's what it means to you
Chart success don't impress yes you only a pawn
Sing that same song everyone know how it go
No, it ain't no question individuality
Oh, cause we each have a unique journey
Yes, i've heard more passion expressed in 3 chords
Tell me when did musicians become fucking whores
Collect your paycheck, oh yes, play that role
Plenty of talent but where is your heart and your soul?
Art not easily defined
Definitions endless throughout time, yes
I work within the rhythm
Nothing better i can find
Keeping it real, steady response
Musical ambience, yes, contemporary
311, Rx B, whoa, The Slackers, and Big D
Sold out show at Metro, many did not get in
They rocked acoustic outside, those crazy boys from boston
I say play your music loud, steady represent your music proud
And do what you feel when the feeling's right
Plenty of talent but where is your heart?
Do what you feel when the feeling's right
Plenty of talent but where is your soul?
Yes it is a question of originality
My obsession my profession even with no money
Yes, i've heard more passion expressed in 3 chords
Gimme heart, melody, paint a picture with words
Think for yourselves, take back control
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