Críticos

Hey, critic, always sitting there
Reading and listening ain't enough
Come on over, come on over!

Always in your seat talking about everyone
You're like a little god, you know?
You don’t share your thoughts, you just give your blessing

And if you have a bad breakfast in your lair
You throw your venom at everyone
The power is yours, the space on the page is yours
The power is yours, the space on the page is yours

Critics, whoa! (Oh, oh, oh)
Critics, whoa! (Oh, oh, oh)
Critics, whoa! (Oh, oh, oh)
Critics, oh, oh!

The top forty is our target, yeah!

Critics, whoa! (Oh, oh, oh)
Critics, whoa! (Oh, oh, oh)
Critics, whoa! (Oh, oh, oh)
Critics, oh, oh!
I wanna marry you 'cause you're so rotten

Critics, whoa! (Oh, oh, oh)
Critics, whoa! (Oh, oh, oh)
Critics, whoa! (Oh, oh, oh)
Critics, oh, oh!