I know your kind
You oppose everything and everyone
You love to sit and criticize

Arm chair bravado, easier said than done

Not happy unless you're unhappy

You play the martyr game
You ain't got nothing
So we should have nothing

Your only pleasure is in someone else's pain

So the world owes you a living

While you sit back and dream
Of success you envy in others
You won't lift a finger

You're so reactionary
So reactionary


I know your kind
You resent authority
Argue til you're blue in the face

Won't let others state their case
(You talk)


You talk but you never listen
And then you wonder why people don't
See things the way that you do

But then, everyone's wrong and you're right

So the world owes you a living

While you sit back and dream
Of success you envy in others
You won't lift a finger

You're so reactionary
So reactionary