Capo 1st fret

Standard (EADGBE)

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

 Are you so lonely?

 Don't even know me

 But you'd like to stone me

Chorus

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

You've just enough, in my own view

Education to perform

I'd like to shoot you all

 And then you go home

 With you on your own

 What do you really know?

(Chorus)

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?

Chorus

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

Mr Writer, why don't you tell it like it 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