Who copy, can. And copy, does. That man
Without a plan, copying with his sordid hands
Clearly coordinated paths. Insinuated can'ts lost
When the little devil on his shoulder in the body
Of a ram says listen copier, you can...you can!
They won't notice. They won't see,
You'll go down in history. A lovely little melody,
A tale of caution for the meek. The one that's been told,
On the whole,
A thousand times
Before.
Before.
