Mr. Writer

You line em’ 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 you don’t even know me but you’d like to stone me Mr writer why dont 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 turn my back on you let me 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 dont 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 dont you tell it like it really is before you go on home