You line em' up
Pick out 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
Likely crash into the groundare you so lonely
You 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 turn my back on you
Then you do what you do
With you 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 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
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 really 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
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