Arthead Songtext

von Satanic Surfers

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.