You line them 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

Chorus :
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
I'd give you my time
And when I turn my back on you
Then you do what you do

You've just enough in my own view
Education to perform
I'd like to shoot you all

And when you go home
With you on your own
What do you really know

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And then you go home
With you on your own
What do you even know

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