The Heckler lyrics

Through the door it slithers in Accompanied by its peers Always groveling for attention While no one really gives In its mind it's full of wit And quite the social king It plants itself among the rest Who give it deadly state It's just a matter of opinion It's just a matter of opinion It's just a matter of opinion It's just a matter of opinion Further now theres a man of taste Of talent and precision To work and strive his years are fogged Has been his life's compensation The stage is set The perfect show is put before the mass Only to be ridiculed By some slimy, pompous snake It's just a matter of opinion It's just a matter of opinion It's just a matter of opinion It's just a matter of opinion