| Song | The Critics Are Never Kind |
| Artist | Michael Franks |
| Album | Rendezvous in Rio |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| The critics are never kindthey thrive on the negativethey seldom give | |
| Their praise or their thanksand their word is sacrosanct | |
| The critics are always blinddeaf and dumb when it comes to change | |
| Their feeble brains cannot penetrateuntil it�s too late | |
| We are Degas, | |
| Gauguin, Van | |
| GoghWe are painters not parasites | |
| Which one of them will ever know | |
| What it�s like to get high on sweet inspiration | |
| The critics are lonely soulstheir job is a thankless onewhich must be done | |
| If art is to survivetheir specialty is jive | |
| The critics must earn their keepby using pedantic wordsones never heard | |
| With razor sharp witbut who gives a sh.. | |
| We are Degas, | |
| Gauguin, Van | |
| GoghWe are painters not parasites | |
| Which one of them will ever know | |
| What it�s like to get high on sweet inspiration |
| The critics are never kindthey thrive on the negativethey seldom give | |
| Their praise or their thanksand their word is sacrosanct | |
| The critics are always blinddeaf and dumb when it comes to change | |
| Their feeble brains cannot penetrateuntil it s too late | |
| We are Degas, | |
| Gauguin, Van | |
| GoghWe are painters not parasites | |
| Which one of them will ever know | |
| What it s like to get high on sweet inspiration | |
| The critics are lonely soulstheir job is a thankless onewhich must be done | |
| If art is to survivetheir specialty is jive | |
| The critics must earn their keepby using pedantic wordsones never heard | |
| With razor sharp witbut who gives a sh.. | |
| We are Degas, | |
| Gauguin, Van | |
| GoghWe are painters not parasites | |
| Which one of them will ever know | |
| What it s like to get high on sweet inspiration |
| The critics are never kindthey thrive on the negativethey seldom give | |
| Their praise or their thanksand their word is sacrosanct | |
| The critics are always blinddeaf and dumb when it comes to change | |
| Their feeble brains cannot penetrateuntil it s too late | |
| We are Degas, | |
| Gauguin, Van | |
| GoghWe are painters not parasites | |
| Which one of them will ever know | |
| What it s like to get high on sweet inspiration | |
| The critics are lonely soulstheir job is a thankless onewhich must be done | |
| If art is to survivetheir specialty is jive | |
| The critics must earn their keepby using pedantic wordsones never heard | |
| With razor sharp witbut who gives a sh.. | |
| We are Degas, | |
| Gauguin, Van | |
| GoghWe are painters not parasites | |
| Which one of them will ever know | |
| What it s like to get high on sweet inspiration |