There's a splinter on my finger makes it hard to play But you came home late from a long hard day And it's the surest way I know that I can make you smile So I'll try There's a blister on my thumb that makes it hard to strum I went out last night and I did something dumb But I pray music will soothe your savage tongue Or else I'm done. Would you be my biggest fan? Would you love me for all that I am? All these aches and pains I'll bear As long as I'm performing I don't care As long as you're before me I don't care.. There's a polyp on my throat that makes it hard to sing I was strumming so hard that I broke a string But I know all I have to do is carry a tune to make you swoon... There's some sawdust in my noggin makes it hard to think Lyrics slip away like score marks on a skating rink But I know you'll still be there singing along When the words come out wrong Would you be my biggest fan? Would you love me for all that I am? All these aches and pains I'll bear As long as I'm performing I don't care As long as you're before me I don't care.. Oh I'll sing through the aches And I'll sing through the pains Oh I'll sing through what's wrong till it's right again... Busted body, leaden soul But this ain't ballet it's rock 'n' roll... There's a bruise on my leg that makes it hard to stand But there ain't no chair at the front of the band But with your eyes all on my I will stay strong The show must go on... Would you be my biggest fan? Would you love me for all that I am? All these aches and pains I'll bear As long as I'm performing I don't care As long as you're before me I don't care.. I don't care... There's a splinter on my finger makes it hard to play There's a blister on my throat that makes it hard to strum There's a polyp on my throat that makes it hard to sing But for you I'd do most anything... For you I'd do most anything...

Twenty dollars here, twenty dollars there I think I'm gonna grab a beer from the bar Twenty people here, four bands on the bill I think I'm gonna grab a glass of water from the bar With our hearts on our sleeves And we barely break even But when your playing in the beer league You've got tip jug dreams I like to get loud I like to get loud I like to get loud I like to get la la la la la loud I like to get loud I like to get loud I like to get loud Take it to the street, the people move their feet But nobodies watching, their walking to work I could scream at the top of my lungs I play hard, they can say what they want Then things start to get hectic And I'm losing perspective Oh, when your busking for those big wigs You're not there cause you're proud I like to get loud I like to get loud I like to get loud I like to get la la la la la loud I like to get loud I like to get loud I like to get loud I like to get la la loud... Then I like to get low, I like to get low, I like to get low I like to get looooowww... I like to get low, I like to get risky, I like a cube of ice in my bottle of whiskey I like to get la la la la la la la LAAAAAAAAAA then I like to get loud I like to get loud I like to get loud I like to get la la la la la loud I like to get loud I like to get loud I like to get STOP

I'm being kicked around like a rubber mouth in the alley Lord only knows for what nefarious purpose I came to be here When I started out all pink and splendid Now I'm all black and abused and abandoned Soon I'll be gone as senselessly as I arrived I'm being jacked (JACKED) Every day By those goddam hammers at eight- o-one AM Monday through friday and I'm trying to grind a little life 'tween the paychecks and the bills I'm being excavated like that greenspace outside my balcony I've been dug up and stuck like the land in court for years Fighting for permits Why don't you just put back the dirt replant those trees stop putting up condos on every scrap of grass that you see soon your towers will be empty of me and then I'll be free... I'm being jacked (JACKED) Every day By those goddam hammers at eight- o-one AM Monday through friday and I'm trying to grind a little life 'tween the paychecks and the bills Whatever I build is promptly torn down so often I'm deaf from the sound The promise of history to solve our mystery I can't handle the density anymore.... (cacophonous sounds) I'm being jacked (JACKED) Every day By those goddam hammers at eight- o-one AM Monday through friday and I'm trying to grind a little life 'tween the paychecks and the JACKED