You line 'em up
You got
your shoes
You hang names
on your wall
Then you
shoot them all
You fly around
in planes
That bring
you down
To meet me
who loves you
Like me crashing
to the ground
Are you
so lonely?
You don't
even know me
But you like
to stone me
Mister Writer
Why don't you
tell it like it is?
Why don't you
tell it like
it really is?
Before you
go on home
I used to
treat you right
Give you my time
But when I turn
my back on you
Then you do
what you do
You've just enough
In my own view
Education to
perform
I'd like to
shoot you all
And then
you go home
With you
on your own
What do you
really know?
Mister Writer
Why don't you
tell it like it is?
Why don't you
tell it like
it really is?
Before you
go on home
And then
you go home
With you
on your own
What do you
really know?
Mister Writer
Why don't you
tell it like it is?
Why don't you
tell it like
it really is?
Before you
go on home
Mister Writer
Why don't you
tell it like it
really is?
Why don't you
tell it like
it always is?
Before you
go on home...
Mister Writer
Why don't you
tell it like it
really is?
Why don't you
tell it like
it always is?
Before you
go on home...