Versuri Mr. Writer

  
You line them up 
Look at your shoes 
You hang names on your wall 
Then you shoot them 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? 
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've 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 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 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