We get to break out of prison, make love to our best friend's wife
have a beer for breakfast in Boston and drink rum in Jamaica that night
We get to tell all our secrets in a code no one understands
and we get to shoot all the bad guys without getting blood on our hands
Cuz we're heros, we're schemers, we're drunks and we're dreamers
we're lovers, and sometimes we're fighters
We're the students, we're the teachers, we're the devil, we're the 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 everyone's jealous cuz we're hanging 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
and we only dress up in November when they hand out songwriter's awards
Cuz we're heros, 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 the stupid, the wise
we're true love, but mostly one-nighters
we're the songwriters
We write bridges, then cross 'em and burn 'em
we teach lessons but don't bother to learn 'em
And 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"
