“Fake It”
By: Steve Everett
Verse 1
I dress like I’m famous and talk like I’m cool
I’m not sure if it’s more for me or you
I’m wearing all black in the middle of June
I’ve got my jeans rolled up just to show off my boots
Chorus
I’m dressed for success
I’m going for gold
I’d rather strike out on three straight pitches
Than have regrets when I get old
Well you can wait to feel like someone
Til the world discovers you
I’d rather fake it til I make it than make due
I’d rather fake it until I make that just get through
Verse 2
I’m renting a room in a house downtown
I can’t afford booze but there’re bars all around
I don’t have but one bulb not burned out
But I’ve got a cool spot when my friends come down
Bridge
Not an awful lot would change
If I had one song on the radio waves
Probably pay my bills on time and have a lot more light at night
And buy myself a new guitar or two