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 And 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 of the world thinks we're crazy The other half wants to be us And are jealous 'cause we get hang out In the back of some big star's tour bus We're old boots and t-shirts and blue jeans We're capos and strings and E chords We only dress up in November When they hand out songwriters' 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 write bridges, we cross 'em and burn 'em Teach lessons but don't bother to learn 'em Our mamas don't know what we're doing Why we stay out all night long I told mine I was a drug dealer She said: "Thank God, you ain't writing 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
The songwritersTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
