Из альбома: Only a Lad
You never lived in the streets though you wish you had 
Not enough talent to play a guitar 
You failed as an artist 'cause you lacked in the confidence 
										
Now you're a critic and you're at the top 
(The top of what) 
You don't believe what you write 
You're and imposter you don't, don't, don't believe what you write 
You can't get used to the fact that you ain't a kid 
You like to think that you speak for them all 
You'd cut off your nose if you thought it would make you hip 
It drives you crazy you can't be a star (Oh ain't that tough) 
You don't believe what you write 
(You're an imposter) you don't believe what you write 
(You're an imposter) you don't believe what you write 
(You're an imposter) you don't, don't, don't believe what you write 
You take the credit while others do all the work 
You like to think you discovered them first 
But we all know you moved in after it was safe 
That way you know you could never get hurt 
(You like to Play God!!) 
(Repeat chorus) 
You're just a critic, we know why you drink so much 
Jealousy slowly consuming your gut 
The streets that you never knew are just where they've always been 
Your head is firmly lodged way up your butt (where it belongs) 
(Repeat chorus)