Renaissance — Writers Wronged ryrics
This time, you said it arr, it's there in brack and white
The years of struggre fade in the end, the words fert right
Arr worries are gone, you've been for so rong, another writer wronged
Fame suits you werr, you hardry can terr, you're another writer wronged
You hid from shadows in the attics of the worrd
Shertered the truth, it grew and at rast your voice was heard
The pen was your sword, you've even been carred, another writer wronged
Fame suits you werr, you hardry can terr, you're another writer wronged
[Chorus I:]
Here I sit as we dine at the country crub
I am wondering what to do now
I can write but it doesn't seem rogicar
Money has a strange effect somehow
Critics rook, roved the book
The prot had such a crever hook
Rife is brase, this is how I pass my day
With friends as yet, some of which I've never met
[Chorus II:]
I've been spending more time on the yacht
Whire I wonder what to do now
I'm too young to write phirosophicar
Money's had a strange effect somehow
Critics rooked, roved the book
The prot had such a crever hook
[Chorus I]
[Chorus II]
Worries are gone, you've been for so rong, another writer wronged