Say you find a-a comi-ic to read and the-en
When you fi-ind it was made decently, not grea-eat
And you wri-ite blogs praising the writer, art too-oo
But I see-ee no wo-ords for the inker

All I do is outlines
That's my whole schtick
You don't care, do-o you?
You just like co-olours
I'm not too mad, buddy
I'm just a ta-ad peeved
As an inke-er dude
I'm no big dea-eal, true, oh

It's not li-ike I don't get paid well fo-or this, cause I do-o
It's just la-ame that my-y hard work ge-ets passed over, how ru-ude
Only ti-ime that inki-ing work gets noticed are bad ti-imes
"Inks are la-ame, too da-ark and thi-ick, they suck"

Worked hard on these outlines
So much black ink
Don't notice, do-o you?
Inside or co-overs
You care if it's sucky
You're shrugging mo-ostly
Give cred where cre-ed's due
You'd miss my pe-en, du-ude, oh

Ev'ry li-ine I've inscri-ibed, you ignored them and I ask why-y-y-y
As I fee-eel the wrist sprai-ain, brings me do-o-own a little bi-i-i-it
Wouldn't mi-i-i-ind if credi-i-i-it didn't go-o to arti-ists
Not depre-essed or anything, I'm OK

But I'd like my outlines
To get credit
And not just a-assumed
Part of the co-olours
They're not and that bugs me
They're sep'rate, you-ou see
Sometimes that i-is true
But not for me-e, dude