With eyes open, head up, I'll expedite your dreams
I know some guys, and they know me, I put money, on the streets
And, When they come back to party, On, Time is when they pay me
Are You Happy?
I get paid either way
Haven't heard of me?
I guess that's a, good thing
I crave recognition
More than accomplishment
No guts no glory you,
Think like a civil servant
'Cause theres no security
In being an artist
Is there a cop thats, anything else but a cop
Most of the people, I know, die in bed
The ones that don't, kill themselves, that is
Don't even turn around
Don't even turn around to say good bye
credits
from No One Will Ever Believe You,
released October 13, 2017
Written, recorded, mixed by james stivaly
assistant engineer and drums by joe billy
mastering by mark dollar
art by james stivaly
special thanks to kraig marshall for formatting the images