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 this very same song I can't slap on nasty handcuffs or scold like a lawyer screaming wrong wrong wrong cause even when copyrights affixed a genuine thief has got a bottomless bag of tricks
I was born a blank baby and the worlds 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 a studio might test the point 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