"The Critic" as written by Keith Barney, Kenneth W. Floyd, James Stephen Hart, Mick Morris and Brandan Schieppati....
Contemplation.
Revelation.
You've tried to bury us with pure hatred.
'Cause what you think and what you say is loud

So start eating that shit we're gonna feed you now.
I can't believe that you think you're right
When everything that you say comes from out of spit.
So keep living off that shit you wrote.

Say it again and again and again I'm gunna slit your throat.
You're not the only one alone here.
I see names without faces and the faces hid in fear.
Have you felt humility?

Insanity.
It'll drive you crazy so hey you big critic.
Come and get it.
You won't admit it but you'll spit it out.

And you're the one with the scapegoat.
And it's shameful.
You should be hiding your face now.
You'll take a swim and you'll take a dive

And when you're found facedown will you be alive?
You think that you can be heard in your own little world.
You think that you have the time to be writing those lies.
And you all hide your face so I can't see you smile.

Contemplation.
Revelation.
You've tried to bury us with pure hatred.
'Cause what you think and what you say is loud

So start eating that shit we're gonna feed you now.
Have you felt humility?
Insanity.
It'll drive you crazy you'll take a swim and you'll take a dive

And when you're found facedown will you be alive?
Can you? Will you?
Keep it down?
I can see why you're jealous now.

The lights shine on us and your lights shut down.
In a sweat you break.
As we take stage… in your mouth is a 12 gauge.
Why don't you pull the trigger.

Or shut up before your head gets bigger.
I think it's time for you to come clean.
So come clean.
Before your envy bleeds blood green.

Misery is placed and I'm talking to you.
Are you feeling alone?
Your tragedy comes son.
Are you feeling alone?

Because your words at you?


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"The Critic" as written by Kenneth W Floyd Keith Barney

Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group

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    General Commentdude i cant believe no one has commented on this song yet i mean holy shit! great fucking song! and i love the part from Fast Times At Ridgemont High in the beginning of it. Spicolli is the shit!
    IfShadosRoteDiarieson February 27, 2005   Link
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    General CommentQuote at the beginning of the song (from Fast Times at Ridgemont High):

    Reporter: What's next for Jeff Spicoli?
    Spicoli: Well, headed on over to Australia and then the Hawaiian internationals, then me and Mick are gonna wing on over to England and jam with the Stones! And you all are invited too!
    samwaltonon July 19, 2007   Link

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