"This one goes out tk the wanker in the room. yeah. you know who you are" [Verse 1] He’s the god of the gripe, the lord of the moan The worst trouble on X, perched on a broken throne He enters the room just to kill the vibe Against every opinion, against every tribe He’s got an itchy trigger finger and a sour face Hating everything moving in this digital space [Pre-Chorus] He clicks the reaction, yeah, you know the one He hates the joy, he hates the fun Red icon flashing, he’s starting a war With a thumb pointed straight at the floor! [Chorus] Oh, Alex Wanker, king of the complaint He ain't a devil and he sure ain't a saint He’s always against it, whatever it is "That sucks, you're wrong!"—yeah, that’s just his biz He looks at the stars and he wonders "Why?" "Why do I never get up in space? Why can't I fly?" But gravity holds him 'cause he weighs us all down With a permanent scowl and a big thumbs down! [Verse 2] He schedules a Space but he's a no-show ghost Leaving everybody wondering, "Who is the host?" But catch him in a room that runs day and night He’ll sit there for twenty-three hours out of spite He waits in the silence, he waits in the gloom Just to praise the bad audio filling the room "That soundboard is art!" he types in the chat While telling the speakers they don't know where it's at [Bridge] (Music drops to just bass and drums) He finally comes up! The request is approved! Is he gonna be nice? Is he gonna be smooth? (Music explodes back in—Full Chaos) NO! He shouts out his bullshit! He screams at the wall! "I'm against this discussion! I'm against it all!" "Your audio is clean? Well, I hate it, you clown!" THUMBS DOWN! THUMBS DOWN! [Guitar Solo - Screechy and Dissonant] [Outro] Alex Wanker... (Stop complaining!) Never went to space... (Just stop raining!) On everyone's parade. He’s against the beat. He’s against the rhyme. He’s the worst trouble on X... Until the end of time. (Spoken distinct voice) This song sucks.
