Bottom Feeder

You were not looking at me
 I was handsome in all the wrong places
 Lost like an unknown island
 In a sea of bewildering faces
 You couldn't wait for both hands on the sore
 Straight down my throat with no violence
 Now everything's restored to silence
 Big talkin' photographers
 Make their way with your command
 Everyone's loving your pictures
 The world, the way you demand
 But then they will go
 (?) a show
 and the sun's erupted with violence
 Now everything returns to silence
 I will not listen to you
 My ears are just clams in a wave
 Hiding at the bottom of the ocean
 Where they hear not a word that you say
 Bottom feeder, plenty of food
 Far from the noise and the violence
 Now everything returns to silence