not smart at all

love is a flaw

In the logic of war

your typewriter’s God

but he’s in self-repair mode

and you’re not smart at all

not smart at all

you’re not smart at all

not smart at all

you’re earning your bread

with giving good head

and you hope all your scars

will turn into stars

and you’re not smart at all

not smart at all

you’re not smart at all

not smart at all