Mr. Writer

You line them 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 don't you tell it like it is?
 Why don't you tell it like it really is?
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 Before you go on home
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 I used to treat you right
 Give you my time
 But when I'd turn my back on you
 Then you 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?
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 Why don't you tell it like it really is?
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 Before you go on home
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 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?
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 Why don't you tell it like it really is?
 Before you go on home
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 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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 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