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 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
Compositores: Kelly Jones (Stereophonics) (PRS), Marshall Ross Bird (PRS), Richard Mark Jones (PRS), Stuart Cable (PRS)Editor: Stereophonics Music LtdPublicado em 2008ECAD verificado obra #1140569 e fonograma #13241584 em 10/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM