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