Текст песни Stereophonics - Mr.Writer
Stereophonics - Mr.Writer слова песни
You line `em up, forgot your shoesYour own name`s on your wall, and you should have knownYou fly around in planes that bring you downTo meet me, who loves you, let me crash into the groundAre you surrounded, you don`t even know meWould you like to stone me?Mr. Writer...Why don`t you tell it like it isWhy don`t you tell it like it really isBefore you go on home I used to treat you right, give you my timeBut when I turn my back on you, then you do what you doYou`ve just enough on my own view, education to performI`d like to shoot you onAnd when you go home with you on your ownWhat do you really do?Mr. Writer...Why don`t you tell it like it isWhy don`t you tell it like it really isBefore you go on homeAnd when you go home with you on your ownWhat do you even know?Mr. Writer...Why don`t you tell it like it isWhy don`t you tell it like it really isBefore you go on homeMr. Writer...Why don`t you tell it like it really isWhy don`t you tell it like it always isBefore you go on homeMr. Writer...Won`t you tell it like it really isWhy don`t you tell it like it always isBefore you go on home...