Stereophonics - Mr.Writer lyrics

rate me

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...