Lyrics The High Price of Inspiration - Hard Working Americans

The High Price of Inspiration

«I might like to play with him without the click on, and that way I’d be
playing with a real person… wonder how that would work?
OK, one, two… ah, one, two, three, four…»
That mirror’s stained with dirty looks
At least it never lies
Muses calling down the hall
Come on let’s get high
The high price of inspiration
Always leaves me broken
I keep coming back for more
Still I take no caution
Inspiration with some wings
Is what I’m looking for
Inspiration with no strings
I’d like that even more
Fly me to some higher place
Land me safe and sound
Don’t you worry I’ll be back
If I ever do come down
I’m pretty sure I’ll make it if
I just get through today
Before I see tomorrow
There is always hell to pay
Inspiration with some wings
Is what I’m looking for
Inspiration with no strings
I’d like that even more
Inspiration with some wings
Is what I’m looking for
Inspiration with no strings
I’d like that even more
Well, I would like that even more
I’d like that even more