Mr. Writer

You line 'em up, look at your shoes

You hang names on your wall, then you shoot 'em 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? 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

But when I'd turn my back on you, then you do what you do

You, just enough, in my own view

Education to perform, I'd like to shoot you all

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 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 even 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?