Lyrics - Scottish Opera

CRITICSSo are you ready to be reviewed?Your opera to have its big debut?Like poison,We seep into your veins,And then we like to print the blame.Like poison,Can kill or can condemn,Our vicious words closed La bohème.And then a change, are those evil critics softening up?CRITICSButSometimesWe get it wrong.I know,Who would believe?SometimesWe mispredict.But more often than not,We know what shows to mock.Except for Madame Butterfly,We were sure that one would flop.COMPONot always rightNot always smartNot always openTo new works of artActually no they aren’t soft at all, they start to really intimidate Compo.CRITICSLike poison,We seep into your veins,And then we like to print the blame.Like poison,Can kill or can condemn.Our vicious words closed La bohèmeCOMPOI don’t need you to like itDon’t care what you sayBut it couldn’t hurt you to call meThe new StravinskiSo are you ready to be reviewed?Your opera to have its big debut?