Lyrics:

Ugly apparition, Gods gift to oxygen
The puffed up immortal son
How they love him cause hell 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 youre right?
How does it feel
To be a loaded gun?
How does it feel
Inside a chamber packed with piss and spite?

Sure lifes no cherry but a cupake for the meek (shootupbopbop)
(Like a valen....tiiiiiiiiiiiine)
So he shoots up his poison until the frosting tastes so sweet
Yeah hes givin it all hes got the king of rebels hit the jackpot
But his finish line was an artistic flop
Even the critics cant 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 youre right?
How does it feel
To be a chalkline dollar sign
How does it feel
Up at the address all the widows write?

Mrs.Lynn the fruit of your labour
Gives 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 feel
To be the only one?
How does it feel
To be the only one that knows that youre 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 youre right?
How does it feel
To be a so deep down underground?
How does it feel
To be the only one who knows youve been buried alive?

Mrs Lynn the fruit of your labour
Gives us a saviour.