The Contract

Hey man I heard that if you’re out for number one
The guys down at the station use ink inside the gun
I’ll strike the match but my soul won’t be for sale
I’ll write you dudes another one the check is in the mail

Aren’t we all just sinners
Cause you know we ain’t ever been saints
But that’s how it is
We we’re never good friends in the first place, yeah

It all go down
It all goes down
How it all goes down
In the contract

All of this bickering keeps ringing on inside
I keep deciding to forget you
Better ways to spend the days than counting up the red
After all we’re all adults here I’m sure we’ll make amends

Aren’t we all just sinners
Cause I know we ain’t ever been saints
But, that’s how it is
When you’re playing that game in the first place, yeah

It all go down
It all go down
How it always goes down
In the contract

It all go down
It all go down
It all go down
In the contract

Artist: 
Carey Ott
Album: 
Style
Written By: 
Carey Ott
Publisher: 
Long Story Short
DOC: 
5-2-2008
PRO: 
ASCAP

Artist Details

Carey Ott

I made a vow that I would never write another artist bio. The money is macaroni and cheese money. The artists always complain: "I didn't say that" or "Who wrote this garbage about me" or “Could you pass me that red pen?” As author, you sign your name to your writing and then watch as the record companies "mistakenly" leave the name off. Bottom line, it's not dignified work. So I took my vow. Never again. And I didn't write one for over a year. And then, last week, Carey Ott's Lucid Dream CD came across my desk. This is the bio I’m writing because I have to.