Arthead

I have this problem i like to share with you all,

God i wish i could be an intellectual.

You sit in grass with a glass of red wine in your hand,

not like my friend who drink beer 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 i 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 stop riding my skate and be like tou a real fake.

I don't have to care at all, 'Cause now i'm a intellectual.