Mr Hemingway

Verse

They don’t run with the bulls like they used to.

Watching big screen TV, Life passes by.

A straight shot of whiskey for the good old days.

With laurels long rested from a better time.

Verse

The rules strangle thought , Yes indeed.

The textbook is nothing, but a prison for words.

Your worth ain't the sum of life experience,

But the fundamental knowledge of the usage of words.

Chorus

There was no sign of life in the words he wrote.

They lay dead on the page like a henchman's coat.

Mr. Hemingway — what’s the matter today?

So much to say — Mr. Hemingway

The candle melted down, dripped upon his prose.

The flame drown in the wax, Darkening his pose.

Mr. Hemingway — what’s the matter today?

So much to say — Mr. Hemingway

Verse

You can't sell a novel without bloodshed.

A screenplay won't move unless somebody dies.

A playwriter’s stage, a world of poverty.

Waiting In the shadows, for a better time.

Verse

The rules strangle thought , Yes indeed.

And writing for a podcast is a prison for words.

Your worth ain't the sum of life experience,

But the fundamental knowledge of the usage of words.

Yeah

Chorus

There was no sign of life in the words he wrote.

They lay dead on the page like a henchman's coat.

Mr. Hemingway — what’s the matter today?

So much to say — Mr. Hemingway

The candle melted down, dripped upon his prose.

The flame drown in the wax, Darkening his pose.

Mr. Hemingway — what’s the matter today?

So much to say — Mr. Hemingway

Mr. Hemingway — what’s the matter today?

So much to say — Mr. Hemingway

So much to say — Mr. Hemingway

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