[05:14.00]The critics are never kindthey thrive on the negativethey seldom give
[05:14.00]Their praise or their thanksand their word is sacrosanct
[05:14.00]The critics are always blinddeaf and dumb when it comes to change
[05:14.00]Their feeble brains cannot penetrateuntil it茂驴陆s too late
[05:14.00]We are Degas,
[05:14.00]Gauguin, Van
[05:14.00]GoghWe are painters not parasites
[05:14.00]Which one of them will ever know
[05:14.00]What it茂驴陆s like to get high on sweet inspiration
[05:14.00]The critics are lonely soulstheir job is a thankless onewhich must be done
[05:14.00]If art is to survivetheir specialty is jive
[05:14.00]The critics must earn their keepby using pedantic wordsones never heard
[05:14.00]With razor sharp witbut who gives a sh..
[05:14.00]We are Degas,
[05:14.00]Gauguin, Van
[05:14.00]GoghWe are painters not parasites
[05:14.00]Which one of them will ever know
[05:14.00]What it茂驴陆s like to get high on sweet inspiration