You line `em up, forgot your shoes Your own name`s on your wall, and you should have known You fly around in planes that bring you down To meet me, who loves you, let me crash into the ground Are you surrounded, you don`t even know me Would you 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 But when I turn my back on you, then you do what you do You`ve just enough on my own view, education to perform I`d like to shoot you on And when you go home with you on your own What do you really do? 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 when you go home with you on your own What do you even know? 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 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... Won`t you tell it like it really is Why don`t you tell it like it always is Before you go on home...
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