I don't do it for the money I don't do it for the fame I don't do it so I can see the bright lights Spell out my name But I'd be lying if I said I didn't wanna hear my songs On a jukebox In a jukebox kind of bar I guess I'm just another soldier Fighting the war of art And I love the pretty girls And how they sway in rhythm when I play And I'll take a free cold beer Every time they sit one on the stage And if that was the only reason why I do it Then why I do it wouldn't get me very far I guess you can't pick your battles When you fight the war of art It's hard to shine in a sky full of stars And still be who you are When you fight the war of art ♪ If a bullet was a song And this guitar was a gun I'd knock 'em dead Most nights it feels like I'm the one Up here bleedin' red And I ain't trying to hurt nobody I'm just hoping that my broken Puts some hope in another broken heart Yeah, I'm just another soldier Fighting the war of art ♪ It's hard to shine in a sky full of stars And still be who you are When you fight the war of art ♪ I don't do it for the money I don't do it for the fame