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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
