Farewell My Dignity

Faith don't pay the bills, pulled over, got a ticket

Easy come easy go, my way
We'll sing and dance for food today
A whole lotta work, very little pay
Working on an empty tank, with a simple faith
(But faith don't pay the bills so)
Mom and Dad said my music would never be lucrative
But I could prove them wrong if I could get you to give
$14.99 to your local starving artist
(or ten if you see me at the table)
So help support a local starving artist
(So if you got no self-esteem sing)

Farewell, farewell my
Farewell, farewell my dignity

These phone calls just don't work, my love
(I miss you, I miss you, I miss you)
Guess my voice just ain't enough
But let's keep thinking glass-half-full kinda stuff
(Half full baby, half full baby)
Maybe we can pretend our words could touch
Because I'm "two thumbs up", 4 stars, 5 microphones
Critically acclaimed and popular too
Told my self-respect that I had to take a rain check
Cause Daddy's gotta do what he's gotta do
(Don't make me get my belt)
So I better say...

Cause pride is just a five-letter word
I said pride is just a five-letter word
So I better say farewell my
So I better say farewell my

I'm the little engine that could spill a million and one brilliant rhythmical runs to fill a venue with
thumbs up, empty pockets, empty wallet, empty logic, many problems for an indie scholar into popping
collars, often talking awkward into anti-popular opinion, and I'll mock your opinion in every song that
gets written, and it was not my intention to come off bitter and cynical but my dignity's missing, so just
forget it, it's pitiful