PART FOUR PART FOURYou’re callin’ us heathens with zero respect for the law.
But we’re only songwriters, just writin’ our songs that’s all.
We 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.
An’ don’t listen to mine
It might run you crazy
It might make you dwell on your feelings a moment too long.
We’re makin’ you rich
An’ you’re already lazy.
Just lay on your ass and get richer, and
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. Glorified Country
Why don’t you write your own song?
An’ don’t listen to mine
It might run you crazy
It might make you dwell on your feelings a moment too long.
We’re making you rich
An’ you were already lazy.
Just lay on your ass and get richer, and
Write your own song.
So just lay on your ass and get richer, and
Write your own song.
