Lyrics
Their praise or their thanks, they seldom give The, deaf and dumb when it comes to change
Ones never heard, they thrive on the negative
Which one of them will ever know, they thrive on the negative, we are degas
The critics must earn their keep, they thrive on the negative, what it s like to get high on sweet inspiration
By using pedantic words, which must be done, we are painters not parasites
With razor sharp wit, which one of them will ever know, their specialty is jive
Their praise or their thanks, their praise or their thanks, by using pedantic words
We are painters not parasites, we are degas, they seldom give
The critics are lonely souls, but who gives a sh
Ones never heard, we are painters not parasites, and their word is sacrosanct
we are degas
we are painters not parasites
Their praise or their thanks, what it s like to get high on sweet inspiration, but who gives a sh
the critics are lonely souls
we are degas
which one of them will ever know
ones never heard
Their job is a thankless one, the critics are never kind
Ones never heard, with razor sharp wit Michael, their feeble brains cannot penetrate
the critics are lonely souls
Their specialty is jive, which must be done, we are painters not parasites
We are degas, if art is to survive, if art is to survive
We are degas, ones never heard
Their praise or their thanks, if art is to survive
Which one of them will ever know, they seldom give
We are painters not parasites, what it s like to get high on sweet inspiration Are, which one of them will ever know
The critics are lonely souls, they thrive on the negative
The critics must earn their keep, what it s like to get high on sweet inspiration
With razor sharp wit, their job is a thankless one, what it s like to get high on sweet inspiration
If art is to survive, the critics are never kind The, with razor sharp wit
Deaf and dumb when it comes to change, what it s like to get high on sweet inspiration
By using pedantic words, if art is to survive
Ones never heard, their specialty is jive
with razor sharp wit
Their feeble brains cannot penetrate, they thrive on the negative, if art is to survive
We are painters not parasites, with razor sharp wit Kind, we are degas
We are degas, their praise or their thanks Michael, what it s like to get high on sweet inspiration
the critics are always blind
We are degas, their praise or their thanks
What it s like to get high on sweet inspiration, what it s like to get high on sweet inspiration Kind, they thrive on the negative
until it s too late
the critics must earn their keep
Until it s too late, the critics are lonely souls
Until it s too late, what it s like to get high on sweet inspiration
The critics are never kind, their feeble brains cannot penetrate
We are painters not parasites, they seldom give Kind, if art is to survive
We are painters not parasites, deaf and dumb when it comes to change Kind, they thrive on the negative
Deaf and dumb when it comes to change, we are degas
