Coffee King Of Nothing

[Verse 1]
Clock in
Here comes the storm
Cheap suit
Cheap talk
Same tired performance
Laughs at our faces
Like we’re the punchline
Spits out curse words
Calls it “grind time”
[Pre-Chorus]
You throw your weight
We hold this place
You’ll choke on all
That bitter taste
[Chorus]
You’re the coffee king of nothing
Sipping while we do the work
Every word you spit is rotten
Every joke just makes it worse
Keep on shouting
Keep on laughing
Like you’ll never lose your throne
Karma’s clock is in the backroom
Quiet
But it’s coming for you
[Verse 2]
Break room
You pace and brag
Laugh loud
Talk down
Wave that name tag
We clean your messes
You stain our days
But even statues
Can crack and fade
[Pre-Chorus]
You throw your weight
We hold this place
You’ll taste your words
On your own face
[Chorus]
You’re the coffee king of nothing
Sipping while we do the work
Every word you spit is rotten
Every joke just makes it worse
Keep on shouting
Keep on laughing
Like you’ll never lose your throne
Karma’s clock is in the backroom
Quiet
But it’s coming for you
[Bridge]
One day
You’ll bark that name
No one answers
Walk away
Empty office
Echoed shame
All that power
Just a stain (yeah)
[Chorus]
You’re the coffee king of nothing
Sipping while we do the work
Every word you spit is rotten
Every joke just makes it worse
Keep on shouting
Keep on laughing
Till you’re standing there alone
Karma’s walking through the front door
Smiling as it takes your throne

Gritty alt-rock with male vocals; palm-muted guitars in the verses, roomy live drums. Pre-chorus tightens with bass up front and whispered backing vocals, then chorus explodes with big open chords and shout-along hook. Brief middle break drops to vocal + toms before last chorus stacks gang vocals for a cathartic, defiant feel.