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