You always come to the parties
To pluck the feathers off all the birds
On your kneesI 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
But you cannot call it your home
We always rub our hands too much
We know the reason 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
