Arthead

I have this problem I like to share with you all
God, I wish I could be an intellectual
You sit in the grass with a glass
Of red wine in your hand
Not like my friends
Who drink beers as fast as they can

You're so smart, you like art
You read the books I would never understand
I'm not that smart
I like to fart, a teenage punk is what I am

Your life seems like such a joy to me
'Cause you see art where it cannot be
Friends must be so easy for you to find
They don't have to be nice
Just have an interesting mind

So, now I will stop riding my skate
And be like you, a real fake
I don't have to care at all
'Cause now I'm an intellectual
Now I'm an intellectual
Now I'm an intellectual



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Writer(s): Rodrigo Hebert Musso, Ulf Gunnar Eriksson
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