You might say someone else said itSome worse some better then IYou might see someone taking picturesThey can't put them back and I will tell you whyCause even when originals are deadSomething still put that idea in your headYou might hear someone else singingThis very same songI can't slap on nasty handcuffsOr scold like a lawyer screaming wrong wrong wrongCause even when the copyrights are fixedA genuine thief has got a bottomless bag of tricksI was born a blank baby and the world's here to fill my headI'm still a blank baby but the world would rather see me deadI was born a blank bay and the world's here to fill my headI'm still a blank baby but the world would rather see me deadYou might see a painting in a studioMight test the paint to find its wetStart scraping down as deep as you can goUntil its just as blank as it can getCause even when the paint is dryYou can just erase it all by rolling back your eyesI was born a blank bay and the world is here to fill my headI'm still a blank baby but the world would rather see me deadI was born a blank bay and the world is here to fill my headI'm still a blank baby but the world would rather see me deadRather see me deadSee me deadYou might hear someone else singingThis very same songI can't slap on nasty handcuffsOr scold like a teacher screaming wrong wrong wrongCause all the originals are dead.I was born a blank bay and the world is here to fill my headI'm still a blank baby but the world would rather see me deadI was born a blank bay and the world is here to fill my headI'm still a blank baby but the world would rather see me deadRather see me deadSee me deadYou'd rather see me deadRather see me deadYou'd rather see me deadYou'd rather see me dead