Text for song:
Ugly apparition, God's gift to oxygen
The puffed up immortal son
How they love him 'cause he'll become
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 loaded gun?
(How does it feel) Inside a chamber packed with piss and spite?
Sure life's no cherry but a cupcake for the meek (shootupbopbop)
So he shoots up his poison
Until the frosting tastes so sweet
(Life's a galentine)
Yeah, he's givin' it all he's got
The king of rebels hit the jackpot
But his finish line was an artistic flop
Yeah, 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) Up at the address all the widows will write?
Mrs. Lynn, the fruit of your labor
Gives us a savior, nappy superstar
To you we bid congratulations, to him adulation
A blessed life begun for 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 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 a 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
Gives us a savior
Mrs. Lynn the fruit of your labor
Gives us a savior