The Critic
Early sunday morning, coffee by my bed
Sunlight on my pillow, music in my head
Early morning papers are beneath the door
I see my name and I read on for more
More, more, more, more
As I sit there reading, garbage truck drives by
Garbage that I'm reading just reel in my eyes
Early morning papers slipping from my hands
Words and words that I don't understand
Don't play the critic
Try to forget it
Listen to the music
Oh, don't play the critic
As you sit there writing what goes through your head
So bitter and so biting wishing I was dead
Early sunday morning slipping to your bed
Words can't hurt you, no words can't hurt you
Don't play the critic
Try to forget it
Listen to the music
Oh, don't play the critic
Don't play the critic
Try to forget it
Listen to the music
Oh, don't play the critic
Autor(es): DIDI GUTMAN, AARON JOHNSTON, JESSE YUSEF MURPHY, SABINA SCIUBBA
