The Apprentice

We all have our little privacies
 Death-defying entanglements
 Vice, virtue and the other thing
 Slipping silently between the body and the mind
 And then I lay it all on the apprentice
 He can take it
 He don't really know me at all
 But I taught him how to fake it, taught him how to fake it
 Yeah
 And in the morning I can have him
 Next to me in a foreign pose
 In the evening I can sweep the whole mess away
 Like a shopkeeper itching to close
 And then I lay it all on the apprentice
 He can take it
 He don't really know me at all
 But I taught him how to fake it,
 Taught him how to fake it
 Yeah
 The flicking tongue of indecency
 On the limp fingers of integrity
 Pulling the short hairs of a guilty conscience
 Into the void of lovesick reciprocity
 Each match lit burns like guilt
 Each curtain drawn strangles our will
 I shudder to believe anything will stop this endless stretch
 Of flag-waving and chronic misbehaving
 And then I lay it all on the apprentice
 He can take it
 He don't really know me at all
 But I taught him how to fake it
 And then I lay it all on the apprentice
 He can take it
 He don't really know me at all
 But I taught him how to fake it,
 I taught him how to fake it,
 I taught him how to fake it
 And I should know how to fake it now