The Writer by The Blinders Lyrics

Well, there's an ink stain on your jeans
[?] your page, deadly certainly
It's a mark that you are
You are a writer

I know you study politics
I know you think the world's a fix
I know that you know that the rich do stink
You are a writer
You are, you are a fighter
A god damn deep sea diver, yeah

Well, I know that you're poor
And I've seen you passed out on the floor
I know you've an interest in the dead
They won't stop swimming round in your head
They won't stop swimming round in your head

Yeah, I know you've a poster of yourself behind the door
Yes, I know you've a postеr of yourself behind the door
You arе, you are a writer
You are, you are a writer
So he sits in the coffee shops
Staring at the suits
Writes verse after verse
All of which serve no use
All of which serve no use
All of which serve no use
All of which serve no use

So he sits and draws a flower in a noose
So he sits and draws a flower in a noose
You are, you are a writer
You are, you are a writer