"Who's on the seventh floor? Brewing alternatives" Spare us all your flowery words They won't help you here They won't help you at all It's ok I know one day Someone will say the same things I have said in my place Art is Hard "I am the Dice Man And I take the chance, yeah" Do you take the chance? Well I can't believe that I don't believe that at all It's ok I know some day Someone will say the exact same things You have said in your place Art is Hard And there you sit As same as ever As idle as a thousand suns You put your hand to the pencil And the pencil to the pad Never has anything so sharp Ended up so dull and bland Is tonight just not your night? Did you set the bar too high? Crumbling prose Nobody knows What I've been going through Well I hate to be the bearer of bad news But they do and they have and they will, yes it's true And they've articulated it better than you Money, money's everywhere But there's not a cent to spend What do I care? If I don't get my share? Am I taking myself too seriously? Or have I realized I just haven't earned it yet, baby Because it's never the being that you dream of It's only the becoming you want If this wasn't your life would you care what you've got? Because Art is hard