Training for Utopia - The Art of Killing a Copy Machine Lyrics

You could never do this
Remember who this is to you
I was there when you held the notepad
When you committed it all to memory

Only to reproduce at a fraction of the heart
Stop singing my songs
Stop cheapening my words
You haven't raised a naive foot from your cage

Your lack of everything speaks volumes in no words
And now you point every finger at me
That I haven't done my job
You're working overtime with no results

So now I am pointing the fingers
You could never do this
You bite the hand that feeds you
We built before everyone wanted a piece

You could never do this
Never