Lyrics

I see my muse just up and quit today
got sick of working behind the scenes
She bet so much money on my mind
my vision is tinted green

These just desserts have a funky after-taste,
but at least it gives me something to eat
So put the pencil to the paper,
and join forces with the anarchy
Believe you me

How I love to work for free

I need a job to get experience
and experience to get a job
Cease and desist with all your handouts
I've trained hard to be a lazy slob
Don’t be a snob

Cuz I love to work for free
(It's good exposure)
I’m a desperate devotee
(If I don’t take it, someone will)
A starving artist’s life for me
(Nobody’s fault but mine)
Boy howdy, I love to work for free

How I love to work for free
(It's good exposure)
I’m a desperate devotee
(If I don’t take it, someone will)
A starving artist’s life for me
(Nobody’s fault but mine)
Look at my bachelor’s degree!