You're thinking too much
Don't be a slave to anything
I'm gonna cry cos I can't fit 2 into 1

And they all tell me that I'm wrong
I am the son of a man
I'm just a mix of chemicals
If its hard to say then sing it

Its only art when someone says it is
Its only art when someone like you is
Its only art but is that it?
oh oh oh oh

You're thinking too much
I'm not a slave to your thing
I can't decide if my hands are real or not
And they will tell you that I'm dumb
I've got the soul of a man
I've got the brain of an animal
And I'd like to say I hate it

Its only art when someone says it is
Its only art when someone like you is
Its only art but is that it?
oh oh oh oh

Now I've said too much
I'm gonna give you away
I won't tell if you promise not to watch
And now they're gonna find me out
They're gonna cut off my legs
They're gonna sell them at the festival
And that's how I end or is it?

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