There is Nothing Wrong With Hating Rock Critics
of Montreal Lyrics


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I'm not confused like you, pig
You're falling from your tree
There's something wrong with you
There's something wrong with me
There's nothing wrong with me

I'm not impressed by you maggots
Falling on the sea
There's something wrong with you
There's nothing wrong with me
But there is something definitely wrong with you
And the way that you view
Your place in the world
You are wrong
You can say what you want
But the truth is so clear

How can you think you are better than anyone?
The thought of it is really just absurd
Your cynical opinions have no depth
You're uninsightful and irrelevant, haven't you heard?
It's time that you heard

I'm not confused like you, twit
You Lester Bangs wannabe
There's something wrong with you
There's nothing wrong with me
There's nothing wrong with me

I'm not impressed by your rank
And tried adolescent ennui
There's something wrong with you
There's nothing wrong with me
But there is something definitely wrong with you
And the way that you view
Your place in the world
You are wrong
You can say what you want
But the truth is so clear

How can you think you are better than anyone?
You don't even create, you just critique
It's so obscene the way that you derive the words of artists
About whom you're not even worthy to speak
Not worthy to speak

We think that you doubt having truth, truly prophetic
It's creepy how you act as if everything is copacetic
Your venomous wit is your crutch
And your heart is so corrupt
You degrade everything you touch




Because you're the champion of the dismissive review, yeah
In your signature style, we compose this review of you

Overall Meaning

The first verse of "There is Nothing Wrong With Hating Rock Critics" by of Montreal acknowledges that the singer and the rock critic are different. The rock critic is likened to a pig who is falling from a tree, while the singer is not confused like the critic. The chorus repeats the phrase "there's something wrong with you, and there's nothing wrong with me," highlighting the conflict between the two. The second verse addresses the rock critic directly, calling them "maggots" and a "Lester Bangs wannabe." The singer asserts that the critic's opinions are cynical, uninsightful, and irrelevant. The song ends with a scathing critique of the critic's dismissive review style and heartless nature.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm not confused like you, pig
I am not confused like you, and I believe you are inferior to me


You're falling from your tree
You are losing your status and influence


There's something wrong with you
You have flaws within you


There's something wrong with me
I also have flaws


There's nothing wrong with me
But those flaws don't change the fact that I am still great


I'm not impressed by you maggots
I am not impressed by you, who I consider despicable and lowly


Falling on the sea
You are lost and drifting aimlessly


But there is something definitely wrong with you
There is a major problem with the way you see things


And the way that you view
Your perspective is flawed


Your place in the world
You have an inaccurate perception of your role in society


You are wrong
Your opinions and beliefs are incorrect


You can say what you want
You have freedom of speech


But the truth is so clear
However, it is clear that your opinion is wrong


How can you think you are better than anyone?
Why do you believe you are superior to others?


The thought of it is really just absurd
That idea is ridiculous and illogical


Your cynical opinions have no depth
Your negative views lack substance and insight


You're uninsightful and irrelevant, haven't you heard?
You are unenlightened and your views have no value


I'm not confused like you, twit
I am not confused like you, and I view you as foolish


You Lester Bangs wannabe
You aspire to be like Lester Bangs, a famous critic


And tried adolescent ennui
But your attempts at creating a sense of boredom and dissatisfaction come across as insincere


You don't even create, you just critique
You do not produce anything creative, you only criticize


It's so obscene the way that you derive the words of artists
It is offensive how you interpret and analyze an artist's work


About whom you're not even worthy to speak
You are not qualified to talk about that artist


We think that you doubt having truth, truly prophetic
We suspect that you do not actually possess any prophetic truths


It's creepy how you act as if everything is copacetic
It is unsettling how you pretend everything is fine and perfect


Your venomous wit is your crutch
Your sarcastic and bitter humor is your only defense mechanism


And your heart is so corrupt
Your soul is rotten and morally bankrupt


You degrade everything you touch
You ruin everything you interact with


Because you're the champion of the dismissive review, yeah
You pride yourself on writing negative reviews


In your signature style, we compose this review of you
In your preferred manner of criticism, we are critiquing you




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: KEVIN BARNES

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