Mr.Writer

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