Mr. Writer - Stereophonics
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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
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?
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 is?
Why don't you tell it like it really is?
Before you go on home
MILKY AVE - SATELLITE PARTY
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Oh when I when I die
I want to lay down
A nest a island in the sky
We'll be taken there
We'll run around naked there
It's as pretty as Malibu
Twenty-four hour beats and bars
Hop skip and jump to Mars
Oh oh on my Milky Avenue
I want to get there with you
Tickets first class going real fast
Nestled in a Milky Way
Heaven for us awaits
Baby we'll finally have a view
Twenty-four hour beats and bars
Hop skip and jump to Mars
Oh oh on my Milky Avenue
Well the music is free
And so are the highs
All the energy is in full supply
A million miles away where the sky is starry
A million things to do but no one's in a hurry
All the things we dream that never get to happen do here
Oh yes they do here
Nestled in a Milky Way
Heaven for us awaits
Baby we'll finally have a view
Twenty-four hour beats and bars
Hop skip and jump to Mars
Oh oh on my Milky Avenue
