Lyrics:

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