The Songwriters

We get to break out of prison

Make love to our best friend's wife

Have a beer for breakfast in Boston

Drink rum in Jamaica that night

We get to tell all our secrets

In a code no one understands

We get to shoot all the bad guys

But never get blood on our hands

We're heroes, we're schemers

We're drunks and we're dreamers

We're lovers and sometimes we're fighters

We're students, we're teachers

We're the devil, we're preachers

We're true love, but mostly one-nighters

We're the songwriters

Half the world thinks we're crazy

The other half wants to be us

And they're jealous 'cause we get to hang out

In the back of some big star's tour bus

We're old boots and T-shirts and blue jeans

We're cables and strings and E-chords

We only dress up in November

When they hand out some writer's awards

We're heroes, we're schemers

We're drunks and we're dreamers

We're lovers and sometimes we're fighters

We're the truth, we're the lies

We're stupid, we're wise

We're true love, but mostly one-nighters

We're the songwriters

We ride bridges, we cross 'em and burn 'em

Teach lessons, but don't bother to learn 'em

Our mamas don't know what we're doin'

Why we stay out all night long

I told mine, I was a drug dealer

She said, "Thank God you ain't writin' songs"

We're heroes, we're schemers

We're drunks and we're dreamers

We're lovers and sometimes we're fighters

We're the truth, we're the lies

We're stupid, we're wise

We're true love, but mostly one-nighters

We're the songwriters