He wants to be the big shot in your eyes "But he's in flux memorandum!" Caught behind two fuck fearing awful bloodshot eyes "Oh god he's coming closer!" He's Mr. Best, center of everyone's conversation Repelled by his wince We'd like him best to be strung up Just like a constellation At least finally be a star Bring in Mr. Turkey and have him sing along "I got the stories to tell ya!" Wrap him up in rat skin and rock him 'til he sleeps And push him on downstream Light up the whole place and have him dance for us He's got a past of obsessions Write up a story and have him read out loud The voice rings of apparitions Now this one wants to sit in the back and complain And draw attention to every one of his pains He eats that shit, to feed the shit in his veins Like this one is different when it's all the same He's Mr. Best, center of this conversation Repelled by his wince We'd like him best to be cut open in the console cavern At least he'd make history He walks through the tavern just like a squid Dripping salt water discharge Flops on the bar and proceeds to slither in Envelops bottles like he does ships Very quick I know that you want to be or be square You want to be there, to be there, to be there You want this to be fair, to be fair, to be fair He wants to be there, to be there, to be there Came down by the hole, jumped right on in He had no lungs, he didn't bother to swim Take all the women, take all the kids Throw the dirt in and show him we're still friends