Prince Squid - These Arms Are Snakes

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 of apparitions!

Now this one wants to sit in the back and complain

And draw attention to everyone 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 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 right on 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 so he didn’t bother to swim

Take all the women.

Take all kids

Throw the dirt in and show him we’re still friends