The Apprentice - The Loud Family

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