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