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