C
I'm only worth my weight in earth
But I've learned a fact
An arm in every arm means
                              F
two knives in every back
                       C
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 
                            F
And wave your old white flag
                          C
'Cause everyone's a genius

        G
Where I go, I know
There's nothing for me
             Am
But you have told lies
And called too late to warn me
      F
I know
            C
Yeah, I know

C
I tried for laughs
But came in last
I'll have to try harder
They're sending out the clowns to make room for
           F
The martyrs
                       C
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
                         F
But I can't work that way
                        C
When everyone's a genius

        G
Where I go, I know
There's nothing for me
             Am
But you have told lies
And called too late to warn me
      F
I know
            C
Yeah, I know

        G
Where I go, I know
There's nothing for me
             Am
But you have told lies
And called too late to warn me
      F
I know
            C
Yeah, I know