The Ghost At Number One Lyrics - Spilt Milk - 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 

So he shoots up his poison 

Until the frosting tastes so sweet 

(Like the 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 write? 

Mrs. Lynn, the fruit of your labor 

Gives us a Saviour, 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 Saviour 

Mrs. Lynn, the fruit of your labor 

Gives us a Saviour