The Ghost At #1 - Jellyfish

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