You wait for a silence I wait for a word Lying next to your frame Girl unobserved You change your position You're changing me Casting these shadows Where
In these words that crash my ears I'll now stomach this in fear With the turn, that guy, that name is the Vasteras son Who, by fire I would come Through
[Intro:] Hey singer, mi yuh a call songwriter, eh? War teacher gal fighter Gunshotn write off yuh gang like paper from di typewriter Yuh boss mek yuh
Sous la torture Derriere les murs Les yeux remplis d'effroi L'homme aux v?ux purs Souffre et endure Les coups sourds de la loi Noyes par les bulles rouges
If you put me in a ring For a few rounds of boxing I'll fall down right there on the ground Cause I'm a writer, not a fighter I'm a writer, not a fighter
Paperback writer, paperback writer. Dear Sir or Madam will you read my book, It took me years to write will you take a look, Based on a novel by a man
Comfort is what we need, my baby Listen and I'll show you how. The side walk's the carpet And the Bushes are the wall Through the sky last night he covers
Another ordinary man in town His dreams are big, his hopes are fading Guess who's sick of waiting A bag o' stories left to be untold, A dozen dreams outside
Paperback writer, paperback writer. Dear Sir or Madam will you read my book, It took me years to write will you take a look, Based on a novel by a
Hey - what's that sound in the bathroom? Hey - they're the voices in my head Hey - put your money where your head lays Hey - never sleep in your bed Hey
November came and went, like a summer that I spent, with a no name girl that walked in jelly shoes. I returned to my home, with a heart part made of stone
Bud Light Presents: Real American Heroes (Real american heroes) Today we salute you mr. bumper sticker writer (Mr. bumper sticker writer) Never has one
(feat. Shannon Rinker) When I saw your face on the screen All lit from below, your messy brown hair I shook out of my dream. Didn't know who you were
Go on leave town We can all leave town We can pack our bags Hitch a ride Burn new places down A friend once said You try harder in the end You start
I'm the writer got a front page cover Hot gossip 'bout who's with their latest lover I write all chapters by the second scene I call the shots, don't
In Corsica The engines blew Your favorite writer died In a car In a crash Died in a fire imagine that In a car In a crash Die in a fire imagine that Engine
Blow into this paper bag Go home and stop grinning at everyone Blow into this paper bag Go home and stop grinning at everyone It was nice when it lasted
You line them up, look at your shoes, You hang names on your wall, then you shoot them all, You fly around in planes that bring you down, to meet me,