Broke Musician

I'm 22 years old
Made the devil mad 'cause I never wrote
My whole name on his dotted line
For a ****ed up music scene
He said that he could really help
A million fans and record sales
All I'd have to do is come live with his family
And now my health is a run down hill
Into the bar room, I just wanna feel
Another drunken girl is lying
Telling me my music's great
50 dollars and a headache tab
All them drugs that I hate to have
Promoter swearing after doing all he can for me
And all I can think about
Is what I could be or I should be
Right now
Sad to say I'm not the same
And all my friends know that I've changed
When I swore I would never turn into
The man I am today
Tie me up and beat me down
Yell I swear I won't make a sound
Mold me back into the man I was
Before I rode this train
Because my health is run down hill
Into bar rooms, just wanna feel
Another drunken girl is lying
Telling me my music's great
50 dollars and a headache tab
All them drugs that I hate to have
Promoter swearing after doing all he can for me
And all I can think about
Is what I could be or I should be
Right now
Oh-oh-oh
Right now
Oh-oh-oh
Right now
Whoa-oh
And all I can think about
Is how my health is run down hill
Empty bar rooms, just wanna feel
Another drunken whore is lying
Telling me my music's great
50 dollars and a headache tab
All them drugs that I have to have
Promoter swearing after doing all he can for me
And all I can think about
Is what I could be or I should be
Right now
Right now
Oh-oh-oh