The Heckler lyrics

Through the door it slithers in,
Accompanied by its peers.
Always groveling for attention,
While no one really hears.
In its mind it`s full of wit
And quite the social king.
It plants itself among the rest,
to give its deadly sting.

It`s just a matter of opinion.

Further now there`s a man of taste.
Of talent and precision.
To work and strive at his artform.
Has been his life`s decision.
The stage is set. The perfect show
Is put before the mass.
Only to be ridiculed
by some slimy, pompous ass.

It`s just a matter of opinion