Junk Apprentice - Scrivener

Too proud to be a beggar, too blind to be a thief

Turned every trick together, left nothing up his sleeve

He gathered every answer and burnt it all for this

So hold your tongue for the junk apprentice

He always was a sinner, tried to dress up like a saint

The foulest mouth at dinner, loner at the masquerade

The wine he’d make from water always ended up as piss

Deathly drunk was the junk apprentice

We’d wake up like a blind man trying to find his shoes

And still be walking barefoot in the afternoon

Sweat from a cadaver, saliva from a kiss

He sucked his thumb, did the junk apprentice

Laughed out of court like a guilty criminal

Trying to clear his name

The gallows swung high for the junk apprentice

Trying to cheat so late in the game

You think you’re loved for who you are?

Man, you’re resented for what you’re not

There’s one way out for the ones who bother

The rest of us think it’s not important enough

So wait in the wings for a chance you’ll never get

Spill tears on a fractured mirror, hold your breath

And play the worst part over again

No way, you’ll never understand

You can only fear the worst

Under heavens, about to burst

Trade your sorrows for a curse

And scatter dust upon the grave

Of the man who bears your name

What was that?

What did you say?

Just laugh, hyena, laugh

While ministers and artists washed the bloodstains off their boots

The judges hosted orgies, and the pimps were in cahoots

An angel of the gutter spat an order from her lips

Saying, «Don't you cry, little junk apprentice»