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