You're callin' us heathens with zero respect for the lawBut we're only songwriters writin' our songs, that's allWhy 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 crazyThat might make you dwell on your feelings a moment too longWe're makin' you rich, and you're already lazyJust lay on your ass and get richer or write your own songMr. 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 belongsAnd 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 crazyThat might make you dwell on your feelings a moment too longWe're makin' you rich, and you're already lazyJust lay on your ass and get richer or write your own songMr. 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