Stereophonics

Mr Writer

You line them up
look at your shoes
you hang names on your wall
then you shot them all

You Fly arround in Planes
That bring you down
To meet me who loves you
Like we crashing to the ground.

Are you so lonley you
don’t even know me
But youd like to stone me

Mr Writer
Why don’t you tell it like it is?
Why don't you tell it really is?
Befor you go on home.

Are used to tried you ride
Give you my time
When I tell 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 your 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 really is
before you go on home

And then you go home
With you on your arm
What do you even know

Mr Writer
Why don’t you tell it like it is?
Why don't you tell it really is?
Befor 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?
Befor 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.