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I had a friend. He said he was an artist.
Knew more than the average schmuck.
He said he must have been given a real gift.
Well I said that was just dumb luck.

All work is honorable,
Yet art is just a job.
Let me spend my paycheck on a beer.
No heroes, no leaders, no artists, no gods.
I'm a worker, you're a worker,
Wouldn't you like to be a worker, too?

My work, he said, is so complex.
So much so, he couldn't sell it at an auction.
He shuts his mouth and dotes away.
I guess he serves to serve a function.

All work is honorable,
Yet art is just a job.
Let me spend my paycheck on a beer.
No heroes, no leaders, no artists, no gods.
I'm a worker, you're a worker,
Wouldn't you like to be a worker, too?

What do you think is the difference between
The tortured artist and the union Joe?
From the market I live in to the world I see,
Whatever we reap, we're lucky if we sow.

All work is honorable,
Yet art is just a job.
Let me spend my paycheck on a beer.
No heroes, no leaders, no artists, no gods.
I'm a worker, you're a worker,
Wouldn't you like to be a worker, too?