New Bomb Turks - Born Toulouse-Lautrec lyrics

I had a friend He said he was an artist Knew more than the average schmuck He said he must have been given A real gift Well I said that was just dumb luck All work is honorable Yet art is just a job Let me spend my paycheck on a beer No heroes, no leaders, no artists, no gods I'm a worker, you're a worker Wouldn't you like to be a worker too? My work he said Is so complex So much so he couldn't sell it at an auction He shuts his mouth And dotes away I guess he serves to serve a function All work is honorable Yet art is just a job Let me spend my paycheck on a beer No heroes, no leaders, no artists, no gods I'm a worker, you're a worker Wouldn't you like to be a worker too? What's to think Is the difference between The tortured artist or the union Joe From the market I live in To the world I see Whatever we reap we're lucky if we sow All work is honorable Yet art is just a job Let me spend my paycheck on a beer No heroes, no leaders, no artists, no gods I'm a worker, you're a worker Wouldn't you like to be a worker too?