Prince Squid

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
And repelled by his wince
We'd like him best to be strung up
Just like a constellation
At least he'd 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 until his sleeps
And push him on down stream!

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 apparitions

Now this one wants to sit in the back and complain
And draw attention to everyone of his pains
And 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 everyone's 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
Envelopes 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

He 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 kids
Throw the dirt in and show him we're still friends