He's the critic who never quite made it.
Speak dreams slowly descending.
And now he's paying back on life that let him down.
And the stage from where he should drive
is sucking him in like a magnet.
All the shows remind him of his lost dreams.
He's the critic who used every single
word as offense against the world.
He's the critic who used every single
word as offense against the world.
Hanging out backstage,
big shot,
fox trot,
feeling like being in the hot spot.
Until he's told to take a hike.
But out in the bar he is skating.
Self-esteem through the bottles.
Could have killed her off if it wasn't for his small gun.
He's the critic who used every single
word as offense against the world.
Yeah, yeah.
He's the critic who used every single
word as offense against the world.
Nursing his notebook from a corner of the bed.
Thank God the words are still his friends.
But in nightmare the editor comes in,
says it's time to leave the office.
I know you can't do that.
No, no, no.
He's the critic who used every single
word as offense against the world.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
He is the critic who used every single
word as offense against the world.
Yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
He's the critic who used every single
word as offense against the stupid world.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
He is the critic.
He's the critic.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, the critic.
He's the critic.
He's the critic.
He is the critic who used every word as offense against the world.