You're thinking too muchnDon't be a slave to anythingnI'm gonna cry cos I can't fit 2 into 1nAnd they all tell me that I'm wrongnI am the son of a mannI'm just a mix of chemicalsnIf its hard to say then sing itnnIts only art when someone says it isnIts only art when someone like you isnIts only art but is that it?noh oh oh ohnnYou're thinking too muchnI'm not a slave to your thingnI can't decide if my hands are real or notnAnd they will tell you that I'm dumbnI've got the soul of a mannI've got the brain of an animalnAnd I'd like to say I hate itnnIts only art when someone says it isnIts only art when someone like you isnIts only art but is that it?noh oh oh ohnnNow I've said too muchnI'm gonna give you awaynI won't tell if you promise not to watchnAnd now they're gonna find me outnThey're gonna cut off my legsnThey're gonna sell them at the festivalnAnd that's how I end or is it?