Mr. Writer Lyrics

You line 'em up
Look at 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 right
Give 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, 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, hey, hey, hey etc. etc.