Stereophonics - Mr. Writer (Live) lyrics

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 So are you so lonely? You 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 But you've just enough, in my own view Education to perform I'd like to kiss 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 really 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 Before you go on home Before you go on home Before you go on home Home, home, home