Thumbtacks by Joshua Faulkner Lyrics

​You do it for the love?
You do it for the fame?
Handing out flyers
Chucking it with rain

Your pocket full of thumbtacks 
It's not getting any lighter
Neither is your bag of CDs
Was it how you imagined? 
Should you have gone on stage?
Submit to reality TV?

You do it for the blood?
You do it for the tears?
Does it even matter?
Does it grind your gears?

Your pocket full of thumbtacks 
It's not getting any lighter
Neither is your bag of CDs
Was it how you imagined? 
Should you have gone on stage?
Submit to reality TV?
You'd do it as a job
In this dead-end useless town?
Same venue tonight
Therе's no way out right now