The Heckler Songtext

Through the door it slithers in,Accompanied by its peers.Always groveling for attention,While no one really gives.In its mind it's full of witAnd quite the social king.It plants itself among the rest,Who give it deadly state.It's just a matter of opinionFurther now theres a man of taste.Of talent and precision.To work and strive his years are foggedHas been his life's compensation.The stage is set. The perfect showIs put before the mass.Only to be ridiculedby some slimy, pompous snake.It's just a matter of opinion.