These Arms Are Snakes Prince Squid
He wants to be the big shot in your eyes
But he's in flux memorandum
Caught behind two f..ck 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 the
constellation
At least finally he'd be a star
Bring in Mr. Turkey and have him sing along
I got the stories to tell ya
Rap him up in rat skin and rock him until he sleeps
And push him on down stream
Light up the whole place and have him dance for us
He's got a past of obsession
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 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
Best to be center of this conversation
Repelled by his wince
We'd like him best to be cut open in the console cavern
At least then 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 just like ships, very quick
I know you want to be there or be square
You want to be there
You want this to be fair
He wants 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 the kids
Through the dirt in and show him we're still friends
