Bland are the words that they wrote (Just repeat)
Think about the lyrics
Wonder why it makes you snore
And bland are the words that they sang (Now I bleat)
Think about this song that made dough
Wonder why you hear it no more

If you are confused, I don’t know why
They wrote the lyrics as easy as pie
The words will repeat before the song ends
Due to this scheme they have no more friends

So bland are the sounds that they make (R E M)
Think about your culture
Wonder why the 80’s rocked
And bland is this tune, for your sake (I hate them)
Think about this song that charted
Wonder why this chorus I mocked

This song was lampooned by our god Weird Al
His “Spam”, worthy, and prove it I shall
If their words were grades, then “Stand” would be failing
Lyrical smiter
Writer I’m jailing

Bland is this same melody (Kill me please)
Dull composition
Don’t know why this garnered time
And bland like tasteless potatoes (On my knees)
Think about the fans that they tricked
How did this get trendy, a crime

If headaches were coins, then I’d be enriching
Every replaying
Baying and bitching
This song was peaking, Billboard number six
That must have gave the Devil his kicks

So what (WHAT)
Does this mean?
The lyrics, insipid
North or West, who cares a whit?
Now “Spam” (SPAM)
Was fitting
The OS just repeats the words
Never made sense at all

Why does the song continue (On and on)
What about me standing
Looking here or yonder’s cool?
I’m sure I will lose sanity (Good sense gone)
Listening about falling trees
Calling reason, God what a tool

Soon ending my depression (This ends soon)
Probably not aggression (“to the moon”)
Your feet are needing to get you to flee (leave this place while you still can)
Your head is there to hear my last plea
So bland