Red Line Season

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