The Scribe of Jeeb

Scribe walking in the dead of night Wasted by the river waiting for you Scribe walking in the dead of night Wasted by the river waiting for you Hear me now See me drown Hear me now Hear me now Slave to the throne the pharaoh controls Grease on his bones the prophecy told Could you wait for me to change my ways? You must believe the scribe If I stay would you rewrite my fate? Or else you're sure to die He will not lead you far Soul left out in the dark Sand city Jeeb's the name Follow the scribe he leads the way Sand city Jeeb's the name Follow the scribe he leads the way The scribe of Jeeb describes the prophet of grease The scribe of Jeeb describes the prophet of grease The scribe of Jeeb describes the prophet of grease The scribe of Jeeb describes the prophet of grease