You line em' uplook at your shoesyou hang names on your
wallthen you shoot them allYou fly around in planesthat bring
you downto meet me who loves youlike me crashing to the
groundAre you so lonelyyou don't even know mebut you'd
like to stone meMr writer why dont you tell it like it iswhy
don't you tell it like it really isbefore you go on homeI
used to treat you rightgive you my timebut when i turn my back
on youthen you do what you doYou've just enough in my own
vieweducation to performi'd like to shoot you allAnd then
you go homewith you on your ownwhat do you even knowMr writer
why don't you tell it like it iswhy dont you tell it like
it really isbefore you go on homeAnd then you go homewith you on
your ownwhat do you really knowMr 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 why don't you tell it like
it really iswhy don't you tell it like it always isbefore
you go on home