Gilipollas

A critic, critic, music critic
Paraded with the airs of one who knows the truth.
He wallowed cretinously
In his placid backwater of mental paralysis.
He was surprised at how stupid we all were
Because he never had a true friend
Who would tell him in his ear:
"Damn dude, how you smell, you've rested on your laurels,
You weren't a puppet before.
Have you been watching TV or is it a cake overdose?
You've lost your mind.

What I really don't understand is how you expect
People not to think you're an idiot,
What I really don't understand is how you expect
People not to think you're a bit crazy.

And what I really don't understand is how you expect
People not to think you fell from the cradle as a baby
And cracked your head open, your ideas spilled out,
Got dirty with dust and that's why they're so ugly.

And it's not my fault that you're such a clown,
Nor that your case is so pathetic,
Nor that soon will come a day when you lock yourself in your house
When no one is willing to put up with your nonsense.