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?
  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'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?
  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 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 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