You line them up
Look at your shoes
You hang names on your wall
Then 
you shoot 'em 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?
You don't even know me
But you'd like to stone me

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:
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
I'd give you my time
And when I 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 when you go home
With you on 
your own
What do you really know

[Chorus]

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

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