I'm only worth my weight in earth But I've learned a fact An arm in every army Means two knives in every back And I might be a genius Oh, but a clever bastard's Still a bastard Still a big drag I recommend you start to mend And wave your old white flag 'Cause everyone's a genius Where I go, I know There's nothing for me But you have told lies And called too late to warn me I know Yeah, I know Genius, by Golden Shoulders. ~markik I tried for laughs But came in last I'll have to try harder They're sending out the clowns to make room for The martyrs And I might be a genius To be or not to be Or not to care either way You might be right It's worth the fight But I can't work that way When everyone's a genius Where I go, I know There's nothing for me But you have told lies And called too late to warn me I know Yeah, I know Where I go, I know There's nothing for me But you have told lies And called too late to warn me I know Yeah, I know