Master of None

You always come 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 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

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