There Is Nothing Wrong With Hating Rock Critics

I’m not confused like you pig you’re falling from your tree
There’s something wrong with you
There’s something wrong with me
There’s nothing wrong with me
I’m not impressed by you, maggot’s vomit on the seat
There’s something wrong with you
There’s nothing wrong with me
But there is something definitely wrong with you
And the way that you view
Your place in the world
You are wrong
You can say what you want
But the truth is so clear
How can you think you are better than anyone
The thought of it is really just absurd
Your cynical opinions have no depth
You’re uninsightful and irrelevant, haven’t you heard?
It’s time that you heard
I’m not confused like you twit you lester bangs wannabe
There’s something wrong with you
There’s nothing wrong with me
There’s nothing wrong with me
I’m not impressed by your rank and trite adolescent ennui
There’s something wrong with you
There’s nothing wrong with me
But there is something definitely wrong with you
And the way that you view
Your place in the world
You are wrong
You can say what you want
But the truth is so clear
How can you think you are better than anyone
You don’t even create you just critique
It’s so obscene the way that you deride the work of artists
About whom you’re not even worthy to speak, not worthy to speak
We think that you’re daft, and in truth, truly pathetic
It’s creepy how you act as if everything is copacetic
Your venomous wit is your crutch
And your heart is so corrupt
You degrade everything you touch
Because you’re the champion of the dismissive review yeah
In your signature style, we’ve composed this review of you