Way more than once ev'ry day, I hear people try and print stuff right
Just put the emphasis on "try", quite shite, sky high's
Where you'll find all their screams but I'm
Used to their angry moans, the swear words they let fly
When I can hear the creak of the metal that I might
Get up from my cubicle seat to head down, yeah
Because it's been my job to clam up those crazy whingers
Gettin' them to calm down is real easy as it turns out
They could be cryin', curled up in a small ball
So angry that I get greeted with a punch

They're all so happy when I'm done

And I don't like to hear the words that always flow in
"How did you do it this time?"
"Will it stop shinin' that red light?"
Hate to let down what they're hopin'
That all the glitchy crap's been deleted, no, that won't change
It's where I get all my pay from
So while I hate how they groan
Smile's on my face as they flow in

Oh no
Let's go
Seems they want me
Okay