Imitator
A phrase from here
Gesture from there
Eyes like him
There he goes
Through the motions
Again and again
Where did it come from?
You let it in
Don’t question it
Don’t you know there’s nothing new
Don’t analyze it
Everything has been done before
You just do it.
Bit the apple and you still don’t understand
But he said
I’m just trying to get it straight
Someone told me once it’s never too late
Never too late
I know you know what i’m saying,
Now I believe it
‘cause you said it too, yeah.
As if it were mine
Cry for the imitators
They’ll cry too.
Not for themselves
Sorry but your crocodile tears
They cry for you
Don’t get me wet anymore.
Monkey see, monkey do.