Lyrics:

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)