You're callin' us heathens with zero respect for the law
But we're only songwriters writin' our songs, that's all
Why don't you write what we live and we live what we write, is that wrong?
Well, if you think it is, Mr. Music Executive, why don't you write your own song?
And only song that might, that might run you crazy
That might make you dwell on your feelings a moment too long
We're makin' you rich, and you're already lazy
Just lay on your ass and get richer or write your own song
Mr. Purified Country, don't you know what the whole thing's about?
Is your head up your ass so far that you can't pull it out?
The world's gettin' smaller and everyone in it belongs
And if you can't see that, Mr. Purified Country, why don't you write your own song?
And only song that might, that might run you crazy
That might make you dwell on your feelings a moment too long
We're makin' you rich, and you're already lazy
Just lay on your ass and get richer or write your own song
Mr. Purified Country, don't you know what the whole thing's about?
Is your head up your ass so far that you can't pull it out?
The world's gettin' smaller and everyone in it belongs