Mr. Writer


You line 'em up
Forgot your shoes, You hang names on your 
wall, then you shoot 'em all
 
You fly around in planes, they 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'd like to 
stone me
 
Mr 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
Asking you my time
And then i turn my back on you
Then you do, what you do
 
Well you've just enough, in my own view, education to perform
I'd like to shoot you all
 
Are you so lonely?
You don't even know me
But you'd like to stone me
Mr Writer
 
Mr 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?
 
Mr 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
 
Mr 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
 
Hey-ey-ey-ey-ay
Hey-ey-ey-ey-ay