The car runs fine mate, it's the driver that's broken down

But there's no hard shoulder to cry on now

Smart

Smart

My dick works fine babe, it's desire that's let me down

No there's no hard feelings between us now

Smart

Yeah smart

The grub looks great chef, it's just hunger has left my mouth

For there's no words being put in there now

Apart from apologies, falling on ears that were deaf from the start

Descartes doesn't think that existence is worth keeping on this farce

The jokes land great mate, it's the audience that's a clown

So I'm binging canned laughter from here on out

I hate smarts

I hate being smart (he ain't being smart)

The bard sings fine babe, it's the other notes that are out

So I'm twisting our story until I'm sound

Til I'm not morally bankrupt, looking for change on grounds

Hills I thought I would die on now in your water works, I drown

Once so convinced I was already King, I never took a crown I was sold

No I never went to the dentist unless the pain was already old

Once so convinced I was already King, I never took a crown I was sold

No I never went to the dentist unless the pain was already old

If I could just back down on all I had said. If just for once I could let go

If my gut was more than just self doubt and farts then would that

Would that

Would that

Would that make me smart?

Would that make me smart?

Would that make me smart?

The car runs fine mate. It's the driver that's broken down

But there's no hard shoulder to cry on now, cus I'm smart

I'm so fucking smart

My dick works fine babe.