You always come To the partiesToo bad the feathers Are for the birds All your needsI will not Let you grieveI want your picture But not your wordsYou know the wanting But there's no verseOn your ownBut you can Not' call it your all We always run Our heads too muchWe know the reason But such and suchOn your ownYou will not Let your arm goWe all look Bigger togetherYou know if this Is the devil's planOn your ownYou can not Call me your heartJack of all tradesMaster of noneCry all the timeCause i'm not having fun You always Want to be forgivenThe devil loves what And you printAll your needsBut you can not You will not agree