Artist: agnostic front
Song: everybody's a critic
Year: 2001
Call me a sellout, call me a fake
How much do you have at stake?
It's nothing but lies, outrageous cries
A cry for help, look at yourself
So you talk it, do you walk it?
Or do you police the scene?
Those who talk shit are really something
Lying to themselves hiding something
Watching everyone, watching you
Watching me, fuck you
