Fake It 'Till You Make It

You can get a flashy guitar

And play in all the best bars

But I hope you know how to smile

And it'll help if you can shake it

cuz that's the way you gotta make it

When you're young and in your prime

Now It's a fight to tell the truth

Its even harder in your youth

And no one likes a tune that they have never heard

Nobody wants a song

If they can't sing along

So you give them Brown Eyed Girl

Now I sure ain't saying

This is a prayer worth playing

In fact, its something I could never recommend

But you won't never have to fear

Singing songs that folks wanna hear

And when you're done, they'll all shout amen

But it wont have no meaning

And rhymes will come so easy

With no message in your songs

Well I've heard so many say it

You gotta fake it till you make it

But you won't be making nothing at all

So I'm gonna write a song and call it Freebird

For all these assholes hollering Freebird!

And acting like I give a damn

I know I'm a crazy hack

I probably won't be invited back

But I wasn't making much anyhow

cuz I decided not to sell

What little heart that I got left

Them gigs would surely kill me in time

And I'd rather be poor

Than sing them songs anymore

Casting my pearls before these swine