Critics — текст песни (Gary Numan)

You could say I`m pretentious
You could say I`m the nazz
You could hail me as the new king of it all
You could say I`m nothing new
You could speak well of me
You could say it`s already been done before

What will you make of my lines
What will you think I`ve said
What hidden secrets will you say are in my head

I feel you waiting for me
Waiting to dig my grave
I`m growing scared of everything you could say

Look in my eyes
There`s no surprise at all
Critical mind
What will you find to say

Old faces in my wardrobe
So many I`ve not seen
Memories to look back on people I`ve been
Dead love on faded carpets
Nostalgia grows with time
I see your face in mirrors shadowing mine
I see your dirty finger
Marks are still on my wall
I can recall the time we tried it that way
In dingy hotel backrooms
Where paint cracks like your face
I must admit I have acquired the taste (?)

Stab my arm
With your synthetic feelings
You amaze me
I crave for you

You could say I`m pretentious
You could say I`m the nazz
You could hail me as the new king of it all