The critics are never kind They thrive on the negative They seldom give Their praise or their thanks And their word is sacrosanct The critics are always blind Deaf and dumb when it comes to change Their feeble brains cannot penetrate Until it's too late
We are Degas, Gauguin, Van Gogh We 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 souls Their job is a thankless one Which must be done If art is to survive Their specialty is jive The critics must earn their keep By using pedantic words Ones never heard With razor sharp wit But who gives a sh..
We are Degas, Gauguin, Van Gogh We are painters not parasites Which one of them will ever know What it's like to get high on sweet inspirationTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
