Ugly aparition, God's gift the oxygen
The puffed up inmortal son
How they loved him 'cause he'll become
The ghost at number 1
How does it feel
To be the only one?
How does it feel
To be the only one that knows that you're right?
How does it feel
To be a loaded gun?
How does it feel
Inside a chamber packed with piss and spites?
Sure life's no cherry but a cupcake for the meek
So he shoots up his poison
Until the frosting tastes so sweet
(Like a valentine)
Yeah, he's givin' it all he's got
The king of rebels hit the jackpot
But his finish line was an artistic flop
Even the critics can't outrun the ghost at number one.
How does it feel
To be the only one?
How does it feel
To be the only one that knows that you're right?
How does it feel
To be a chalk line dollar sign?
How does it feel
About the address all the widows writes?
Mrs. Lynn, the fruit of your labor
Give us a Saviour, nappy superstar
To you we bid congratulations, to him adulation
A blessed life begun for the ghost at number 1
How does it feel
To be the only one
How does it feel
To be the only one that knows that you're right?
How does it feel
To be a visionary poet?
How does it feel
To pack a pen with vinegar and insight?
How does it feel
To be the only one?
How does it feel
To be the only one that knows that you're right?
How does it feel
To be so deep down underground?
How does it feel
To be the only one who knows you've been buried alive?
Mrs. Lynn, the fruit of your labor
Give us a Saviour
Mrs. Lynn, the fruit of your labor
Give us a Saviour