A naked Critic has been marched down the street
A scar tattooed but straight singing
Even children who spit are put to shame
In his sweat he climbs the hill like a horse in front of a sleigh
On his neck hangs a village madman skinning his ankles
He seems to be tearing entertainment like hair on his neck
MIGHTY DEMAND
PUNISHMENT FOR CRITICISM
CENSORSHIP EXPORT
SINGER'S DISEASE
HÈPÃƒÂˇISYÃĀƒ LÃ
THE TROUBLES ARE TAKEN OFF
THE GOVERNMENT'S NEW CLOTHES
br/>Wags his finger at the one who holds power
Legs like scales shake the shackles from the prisoner's brows
Sings his end in a public square
even though he only waved his finger at the mirror
Loaded with millstones
Dipped in deep waters
No more praise
Criticism not allowed to live