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