AmIRight's strange
Our turn on the stage
With freaks we adore
Casting laughs for score

No pay do we prize
We're bards in disguise
The seeds fill our brains
You know they make us want to rhyme, rhyme, rhyme

Wish we could meet in a bar
Spewing puns with our lungs
Wish we could see eye-to-eye
Spoofing hacks, there to slur with sheer regard

Isn't "love" strange
A word we disdain
With no subs to snare
Makes us pull our hair

Each riff that we tweak
With "love" we must sneak
To fake is not fun
You know it makes us wan and dry, dry, dry

Wish I could see who you are
Old or young, hip or rough
Wish I could read through your lines
To the tracks where your words endeared my heart

AmIRight's strange
A click on a page
A footnote in time
Unless with "love" we rhyme

Our prose badly paced
Will soon be disgraced
The sticklers of rhyme
You know they make me want to sigh, sigh, sigh

Wish I could be my guitar
To be strummin' your flubs
Wish I could cheat and revise
Crooked cracks in your verse

Wish I could be in that bar
Where we'd slung tequilas
Wish I could redo that life
To the tracks of your words

Wish I could be where you are
In the sun with your puns
Wish I could be in the skies
Looking at where we were

Wish I could flee to the stars
Spewing puns with my tongue
Wish we could meet when I die
Spoofing hack, remembered