We Are The Writers Paroles

We are the writers
We are the writers
And we are the wronged

Just like our brothers in the coal mines
And the stagehands of the East
We will suffer with just donuts out on Melrose in the heat
The producers get the glory
And the actors get the fame
We Cyranos of the back lot
Left out of the game
(New media, they're calling it)

We are the writers
We are the writers
We are the wronged

And all we asking is our piece of the pie
Without another season of Mad Men, I will surely die (Flava Flav)

We are the writers
We are the writers
And we are the wronged

So we'll strike for our right
Just to write and get paid
Yes, we'll fight and we'll sing you this song
We are the writers
We are the writers
And we are the wronged