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Tom: E

verse:
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A   E  F#  D  A
A   E  F#  D  A
E   F# D   A
E   F# D   A
chorus:
A  E   F#   D  A
A  E   F#    D  A

verse:
Goin' down the line - head up high
I wonder why it's so hard to feel fine
cause all I need
plastic teeth - a pocket full of speed
and I'm cool in the heat

groovy little lady - seems I'm wasting her time
I've got headhammer bullets  - still back in crime
people say that I used to do better
so I guess I'm gonna have to get myself together

Chorus:

but I'll never
I'll never be clever
I'll never ever - I'll never be clever

verse 2

some say I'm suicidal with a sense of humour
some say I'm freakin' - and they'll try to start rumours
some people say that I'm loneless law 
find myself a home, settle down, write a song

I love to hang around in black people's places
fascinating - starin' at faces
holy mama, make me concentrate
I've gotta write a song and I've got to create

chorus

but I'll never
I'll never be clever
You know that I'll never ever no - I'll never be clever child

verse 3

Goin' down the line with my head up high
I wonder why it's so hard to feel fine
cause all I need
plastic teeth - a pocket full of speed
and I'm cool in the heat

groovy little lady - seems I'm wasting her time
I don't want to - move back to crime
people say that I used to do better
so I guess I'm gonna have to get myself together

chorus

but I'll never
I'll never be clever
I'll never ever - I'll never be clever
-
You know that I'll never
I'll never be clever
I'll never ever - I'll never be clever

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