An Inmate Of The Cell

Disconcerting truth, truth be told
Nah save that for the commentary
I criticise every thing, not like grumpy, like grumpy 


I am against the school that stands
I see two colours, hate transformation
Nah, I see rainbow, utopia and paradise 


Take me back to two colours
And they are not doing things right
So something needs be done


Don't ask me, I criticise every thing
Its me against them
Its me against the world


But don't push me
Put them in positions I stand
And see their sweat


Good fellows, miss goody two shoes
Reality would not conform (1 + 1 < 2)
To what life dramas they play in theatres


Don't bend my back 
Ask of me to draw straight lines
I am an inmate of the cell, I am the cell


For I am a critic, not like grumpy, like grumpy
That's my job; truth be told
Nah, save that for the commentary