Hey kids! Gather around, I wanna tell you something Come on, clap your hands, here we go Clap, clap, 1, 2, 3, 4
Stop being the print and start being the painting I'll never look at this as if it's a game again Copies of copies, when did distinction become a sin? With conformity let's see how far we can walk in someone else's shoes Because their success is our success To what, to what ending? With them you rise, and with them you fall Without them you are lost
How does it feel to be responsible for being pollution? (What's that?) how does it feel to be responsible for being pollution? Let's make noise pollution But you still claim to be original I've seen your kind before You justify your fakeness by making false claims about your sound and Who you are Who you are
To what, to what ending? I've seen so many like you before That's all you'll be unless you Stop being the print of someone else's painting Stop being the print, stop being the print, stop being the print
Stop being the print of someone else's painting It's time that you forgot about copycats and chasing tails Stop being the print of someone else's painting Because in the end you'll amount to be a, a kid without a brush No one in this generation has any originality No one is trying and we're all becoming (with conformity all you will Amount to be is)
Lazy! We're all lazy! Don't copy instead of create
To what ending, to what ending now? You've abused the system and made this a mess And I can't help but be bitter
Stop being the print of someone else's painting It's time that you forgot about copycats and chasing tails Stop being the print of someone else's painting Because in the end you'll amount to be a, a kid without a brush
Stop being the print of someone else's painting There's no room for copycats and chasing tails Oh, no one is being anything in this generation Don't be that kid Don't be that kid without the brush
When I was a young boy, my mamma said to me "Son, don't be like the other boys. Just follow your own feet" I said, "mamma, don't you be afraid. Don't worry about a thing Because when I grow up I'm gonna be an artist and not a cover girl" I said, don't be the print of someone else's painting Don't be the print of someone else's painting Don't be the print of someone else's painting Stop being the print, stop being the print, start being the painting