Master of None

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

But 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

But 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

But you cannot, you are not for free