Lyrics:

Goin' down the line, my head up high
Wonder why it's so hard to feel fine
Got all I need, plastic teeth
A pocket full of speed and I'm cool with the heat
A groovy little lady seems I'm waisting her time
Got a head and a bullet
Still back in crime
People say I used to do better
I guess I'm gonna have to get myself together
But I'll never
I'll never be clever
I'll never ever
I'll never be clever
Some say I'm suicidal with a sense of humour
Some say I'm faking it all
Trying to start rumours
Some people say a moment lasts longer
I find myself at home
Settled down, write a song
But I love to hang around in black people's places
Fascinated staring at faces
Holy mama, make me concentrate
I've got to write a song
And I got to create
But I'll never
I'll never be clever
You know that I never ever, mom
I'll never be clever, child

Goin' down the line, you know, my head up high
I wonder why it's so hard to feel fine
Got all I need, plastic teeth
A bucket full of speed and I'm cool with the heat
A groovy little lady seems I'm waisting her time
I don't want to move back to crime
And people say I used to do better
So, I guess I'm gonna have to get myself together
But I'll never
I'll never be clever
I'll never ever, mom
I'll never be clever
You know that I never
I'll never be clever
I'll never ever
I'll never be clever