Jellyfish - The Ghost At Number One Lyrics
Ugly apparition, God's gift to oxygenThe puffed up immortal sonHow they love him cause he'll becomeThe ghost at number oneHow does it feelTo be the only one?How does it feelTo be the only one that knows that you're right?How does it feelTo be a loaded gun?How does it feelInside a chamber packed with piss and spite?Sure life's no cherry but a cupake for the meek (shootupbopbop)(Like a valen....tiiiiiiiiiiiine)So he shoots up his poison until the frosting tastes so sweetYeah he's givin' it all he's got the king of rebels hit the jackpotBut his finish line was an artistic flopEven the critics can't outrunThe ghost at number oneHow does it feelTo be the only one?How does it feelTo be the only one that knows that you're right?How does it feelTo be a chalkline dollar signHow does it feelUp at the address all the widows write?Mrs.Lynn the fruit of your labourGives us a saviour, nappy superstar.To you we bid congtatulations, to him adulation.A blessed life begun, for the ghost at number one.How does it feelTo be the only one?How does it feelTo be the only one that knows that you're right?How does it feelTo be a visionary poetHow does it feelTo pack a pen with vinegar and insightHow does it feelTo be the only one?How does it feelTo be the only one that knows that you're right?How does it feelTo be a so deep down underground?How does it feelTo be the only one who knows you've been buried alive?Mrs Lynn the fruit of your labourGives us a saviour.
