You line them up
Look at 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?
Dont even know me
But youd like to stone me
Mr Writer, why dont you tell it like it is?
Why dont you tell it like it really is?
Before you go on home
I used to treat you right
Give you my time
But when Id turn my back on you
Then you do what you do
Youve just enough, in my own view
Education to perform
Id like to shoot you all
And then you go home
With you on your own
What do you really know?
Mr Writer, why dont you tell it like it is?
Why dont 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 even know?
Mr Writer, why dont you tell it like it is?
Why dont you tell it like it really is?
Before you go on home
Mr Writer, why dont you tell it like it is?
Why dont you tell it like it always is?
Before you go on home
Mr Writer, why dont you tell it like it really is?
Why dont you tell it like it always is?
Before you go on home
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