There he is, an angry man
Never having anything good to say.
Doesn't matter if he's wrong or right
He'll make it sound real, and he won't let you fight
Tortured and useless, he spins his words,
About the creation of others, he'll curse.
He don't understand what you're trying to convay
His compulsions are fixed to drive people away.
There he is, and he knows best;
His money shot resides in your basest needs.
He never takes pleasure in the work you display;
He'll tear you to pieces, and you'll have no say...