I'm just a ten cent copy Of people far more advanced than me Every thought that I've ever had Could be ripped from a magazine Cut me a path, and I will follow it Draw me a line, and I'll avoid it I'm nothing if not obedient You have my word You have my word I am an empty page A muddled shade of paint I am a light that's burning out I am a light that's burning out I have hands that shake When there are cuts to make You'll do it better, show me how You'll do it better, show me how Tie me up by my callow belief Someday I'll make something out of me Years of imitating mastery Only made me a better thief I am an empty page A muddled shade of paint I am a light that's burning out I am a light that's burning out I have hands that shake When there are cuts to make You'll do it better, show me how You'll do it better, show me how I am an empty page A muddled shade of paint I am a light that's burning out I am a light that's burning out I have hands that shake When there are cuts to make You'll do it better, show me how You'll do it better, show me how