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
no tickets this 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