Evil Dead - Critic/Cynic lyrics

We read your words in disgust What gives you the right To talk about us? Wish you were up on the stage Childhood fantasy; now jealous rage How could you claim Your fortune and fame? Objective view or so you say Forget the speech, it's time to play Let out your frustrations Hide your jealousy Your talk is cheap That's why we get your mag's for free Pathetic, little cynic! Where is your family? Can it be, no attention! Was ever given to thee? The critic the cynic Good. Bad, fair, fine, OK, that's great The critic the cynic Opinions that vary you love to hate The critic the cynic We are the reason why you are employed The critic the cynic Giving a job to a child with toys At times I held your view In such high regards But egotistically You build up a guard Pathetic, little cynic! What do you do for the scene? Can it be, no attention! Will ever come to thee?