Mr. Writer, why don't you tell it like it is?
And then you go home
Education to perform
You don't even know me
Before you go on home
What do you really know?
Before you go on home
What do you even know?
Why don't you tell it like it really is?
Why don't you tell it like it really is?
Me crashing to the ground
With you on your own
I used to treat you right
Why don't you tell it like it always is?
Before you go on home
That bring you down
You fly around in planes
Mr, Writer, why don't you tell it like it is?
But you'd like to stone me
Are you so lonely?
With you on your own
Then you shoot them all
Then you do what you do
And then you go home
Mr. Writer, why don't you tell it like it really is?
Give you my time
Mr. Writer, why don't you tell it like it is?
You've just enough, in my own view
Why don't you tell it like it really is?
Mr. Writer, why don't you tell it like it is?
You hang names on your wall
Before you go on home
To meet me who loves you, like
Why don't you tell it like it always is?
I'd like to shoot you all
But when I'd turn my back on you
