Tekst:
You know what my problem is
'cause you know everything
You say that we play too fast,
you say that I can't sing
Tell the world your expert lies
The speedfreaks know you're blind
I don't play for critics,
I don't care what's on your mind
I disagree
Sound the death knell for the bands
if they don't like your face
If they hurt your feelings
you proclaim them a disgrace
Weasels have no business
interfering with our taste
Tell the truth in your reviews,
I've got no time to waste
If a critic doesn't like the music that you play
Forget about his point of view, don't matter anyway
If they feel offended just because I wrote this song
Then you'll see some bad reviews,
but now you know they're wrong
We disagree
'cause you know everything
You say that we play too fast,
you say that I can't sing
Tell the world your expert lies
The speedfreaks know you're blind
I don't play for critics,
I don't care what's on your mind
I disagree
Sound the death knell for the bands
if they don't like your face
If they hurt your feelings
you proclaim them a disgrace
Weasels have no business
interfering with our taste
Tell the truth in your reviews,
I've got no time to waste
If a critic doesn't like the music that you play
Forget about his point of view, don't matter anyway
If they feel offended just because I wrote this song
Then you'll see some bad reviews,
but now you know they're wrong
We disagree
