Stereophonics - Mr. Writer Lyrics
You line em up, forgot your shoesYour own names on your wall, and you should have knownYou fly around in planes that bring you downTo meet me, who loves you, let me crash into the groundAre you surrounded, you dont even know meWould you like to stone me?Mr. writer...Why dont you tell it like it isWhy dont you tell it like it really isBefore you go on homeI used to treat you right, give you my timeBut when I turn my back on you, then you do what you doYouve just enough on my own view, education to performId like to shoot you onAnd when you go home with you on your ownWhat do you really do?Mr. writer...Why dont you tell it like it isWhy dont you tell it like it really isBefore you go on homeAnd when you go home with you on your ownWhat do you even know?Mr. writer...Why dont you tell it like it isWhy dont you tell it like it really isBefore you go on homeMr. writer...Why dont you tell it like it really isWhy dont you tell it like it always isBefore you go on homeMr. writer...Wont you tell it like it really isWhy dont you tell it like it always isBefore you go on home...
