Jack of All Trades - The Stanfields

I’m a Jack of all trades and a bastard son, a burnt out slave and a master of

none

A cog on a wheel in a dog and pony show

But if I won the lottery, I’d be taken seriously

With the keys to the kingdom and a stock portfolio

No I don’t know why I wait for pigs to fly

A normal day for them is a miracle for me

The master makes the rules, and the master plays the fools

An ordinary voice in a silent harmony

Look at the Jones, they ain’t sad at all, they love the wage, they hate us all

They dance to the rhythm of a dark and distant drone

I can’t keep up with the Jones no more, I can’t make rent when I had it before

Now a big wolf is at the door looking for blood from a stone

No I don’t know why I wait for pigs to fly

A normal day for them is a miracle for me

The master makes the rules, and the master plays the fools

An ordinary voice in a silent harmony

Should I grow old before I die, just another John Doe in debt to his eyes

Choking on the barrel of a gun run down my throat

Held by the master’s invisible hands, «More, more, more!»

the master commands

«Call in the lawyers, piss on the ants,» I quote.

No joke

No I don’t know why I wait for pigs to fly

A normal day for them is a miracle for me

The master makes the rules, and the master plays the fools

An ordinary voice in a silent harmony