A teenage girl makes headlines  In the Seattle news  For questioning religion  In nineteen thirty-two  Frances Farmer was her name  She had ideas in her head  They tried to stop her crazy dreams  She never heard a word they said  (They told her)  Chors:  Paint by numbers  Color in the lines  March in rhythm  Never out of time  Paint by numbers  Walk in single file  Learn the system  Conform to the style  To Hollywood she travelled  To be an actress there  And everyone was dazzled  By her beauty and her flair  But Frances wasn't satisfied  With all the money and the fame  They tried to teach her all the rules  But she refused to play the game  (Didn't want to)  (Chorus)  But that's not how Picasso painted  That's not how Beethoven played  They rearranged tradition  And history was made  That's not how Picasso painted  That's not how Beethoven played  They dared to be different  And did it their own way  They locked away poor Frances  Told her she was insane  And shocked her with the treatments  That slowly killed her brain  But her spirit lives with me  And that is why I sing this song  'Cause when a brilliant mind is put away  My senses tell me something's wrong  (When they tell you to)  (Chorus)