Oh wayland, what does life mean to you
Sitting in a studio, writing country songs
That barely handfulls of people will hear
And even they'll forget by the next year
Do you think you enrich their staid little lives
By adding to a pile bigger than your ex-wives
Do you think they care if you ban free speech
As you suck the fun away like a fat little leech
Because wayland you're the king of us all
We worship in the shadow of your feet
Divine intervention led us to your call
Until we found out you're a lying little cheat
Oh wayland, what does life mean to you
Lazing on a beach, eyeing up your masseuse
Who's half your daughter's age and less
And will only leave your head in a bigger mess
Do you think you made her happy wayland
By giving her what you wanted to give, and
Sucking all the fun away from your music
So that when you saw a girl she'd suck your ....
Because wayland you're the king of us all
We worship in the shadow of your feet
Divine intervention led us to your call
Until we found out you're a lying little cheat
Big 'un encased 'round it has spherical glory.
Sink makci