You might say someone else said it
Some worse some better than I
You might see someone taking pictures
They can't put them back and I'll tell you why
Cause even when originals are dead
Something still put that idea in your head
You might hear someone else singing
The very same song
I can't slap on nasty handcuffs
Or scold like a lawyer screaming wrong wrong wrong
Cause even when the copyright's affixed
A genuine thief has got a bottomless bag of tricks
I was born a blank baby and the world's here to fill my head
I'm still a blank baby but the world would rather see me dead
You might see a painting in the studio
Might test the paint to find it's wet
Start scraping down as deep as you can go
Until it's just as blank as it can get
Even when the paint is dry
You can just erase it all by rolling back your eyes
You might hear someone else singing
This very same song
I can't slap on nasty handcuffs
Or scold like a teacher screaming wrong wrong wrong
Cause all of the originals are dead
