Rock song for closed minded critics that slashes to the heart of the matter.

Acoustic / electric combination, uptempo rock song, written to the cold closed minded critics everywhere. The truth bites , but there is always a chance to change.

Written in 1981 to a room mate who complained about the music that a couple of friends and I were practicing. Dedicated to coldly critical people everywhere. Of course we are all critics to some degree!

Why do I continue the masquerade?
If it’s true all these things that you say,
I’m finished even before I begin to play,
Is it true?

Tell me what makes you such a precisian,
And gives you the right to sight where I stand,
Huh?

Is it that your life is so right and correct?
That you feel it’s your deal,
To steal and not fret,
To conceal the real,
And you claim that it’s me who’s all wet.

Woo
How do you sleep?
How do you sleep at night?
Instrumental break

Pickin’ up a grudge,
You feel you’re the judge,
But you’re not the truth,
But you’re still in your youth,
You can change
You can change
You can change
You can change
You can change

Why do I continue the masquerade?
If it’s true all these things that you say,
I’m finished even before I begin to play,
Is it true?