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...