You always go
to the parties
To pluck the feathers
off all the birds
On your knees
I would not
beg you please
I want your picture
but not your words
You know they'd want it
but there's no first
On your own
You cannot call
it your home
We always rub
our hands too much
We know the reasons
but such and such
On your own
You will not catch
your own bone
We run our
fingers together
You know it's easy
the devil's plan
On your own
You cannot call
me your own
Jack of all trades
Master of none
Cry all the time
'Cause I'm not
having fun
You always want
to be forgiven
The devil does
what you ask of him
On your knees
You cannot
you are not for free