Price of Art

Well I guess that, well I guess that's the price of art Well I guess that, well I guess that's the price of art Well I am the man who won't go very far Well I just can't stop thinking about what we are And it's hard for me to sell myself when everything seems so vain The pursuit of money, of pussy and fame Well maybe that's just me feeding my ego Well I don't know and it's a long road I've been walking down far too long When did I grow so cold? Surely this couldn't have been told So I'll just sit here playing my guitar It may not take me very far but it's what I love Blood, sweat, hours and tears Just so some people who don't know me can say that I'm good Well I guess that's just the price of art Well I guess that's just the price of art Well I guess that, well I guess that's the price of art Well I guess that, well I guess that's the price of art