The Critic Lyrics

Early sunday morning, coffee by my bed
Sunlight on my pillow, music in my head
Early morning papers are beneath the door
I see my name and I read on for more
More, more, more, more

As I sit there reading, garbage truck drives by
Garbage that I'm reading just??? in my eyes
Early morning papers sipping from my hands? and??? that I don't understand

Don't play the critic
Try to forget it
Listen to the music
Oh, don't play the critic

As you sit there writing what goes through your head
So bitter and so biting wishing I was dead
Early sunday morning sipping to your bed
Words can't??? you, no words can't??? you

Don't play the critic
Try to forget it
Listen to the music
Oh, don't play the critic