DISCOGRAPHY - "TIERS" - LYRICS

THE REAL DEAL

So I set my soul to music
Went out and bought a used Rick
Threw me up against the wall where few stick
Thought I was ready for my close-up

Been playing at some small club
In this land of the hot tub
A guy walks up to me and says “hey bub
I really like your stuff”

Welcome to the real deal
Shouldn’t someone ought to warn ya
How you’re gonna get your fate sealed
Out here in California

So I hand the man my last tape
How was I to know it was my first rape?
But I digress with my sour grapes
How’s that for just desserts?

Welcome to the real deal
Shouldn’t someone ought to warn ya
How you’re gonna get your fate sealed
Out here in California

They said they’d stick with me through thick and thin
Well, they stuck it to me with vengeance from a voodoo pin
But I was too numb and deafened from the din
Of all their promises

Thought I could take them by surprise
Held my fire ‘til I saw the red in their eyes
But they ambushed me with a pack of lies
Another victim to tell the tale

Welcome to the real deal
Shouldn’t someone ought to warn ya
How you’re gonna get your fate sealed
Out here in California,
Shouldn’t someone ought to warn ya
Out here in California
Broken promise land