Stereophonics - Mr. Writer

Mr. Writer

You line 'em up, forgot your shoes
Your own name's on your wall, and you should have known
You fly around in planes that bring you down
To meet me, who loves you, let me crash into the ground
Are you surrounded, you don't even know me
Would you 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 turn my back on you, then you do what you do
You've just enough on my own view, education to perform
I'd like to shoot you on
And when you go home with you on your own
What do you really do? 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 when 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 really is
Why don't you tell it like it always is
Before you go on home
Mr. Writer...
Won't you tell it like it really is
Why don't you tell it like it always is
Before you go on home...