Mr. Writer
Mr. Writer
You line 'em up, forgot your shoesYour own name's on your wall, and you should have knownYou fly around in planes that bring you downTo meet me, who loves you, let me crash into the groundAre you surrounded, you don't even know meWould you like to stone me?Mr. Writer...Why don't you tell it like it isWhy don't you tell it like it really isBefore you go on home
I used to treat you right, give you my timeBut when I turn my back on you, then you do what you doYou've just enough on my own view, education to performI'd like to shoot you onAnd when you go home with you on your ownWhat do you really do?Mr. Writer...Why don't you tell it like it isWhy don't you tell it like it really isBefore you go on homeAnd when you go home with you on your ownWhat do you even know?Mr. Writer...Why don't you tell it like it isWhy don't you tell it like it really isBefore you go on homeMr. Writer...Why don't you tell it like it really isWhy don't you tell it like it always isBefore you go on homeMr. Writer...Won't you tell it like it really isWhy don't you tell it like it always isBefore you go on home...