Finding Out Lyrics

I'm only worht my weight in earth
But I've learned the facts
An arm in every arm
Means two knives in every back
And I might be a genius
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
On the phone
Yeah I know

I try for laughs
But can it last
I'll have to try harder
They're sendin' out the clowns To make room for the martyrs
But 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
On the phone
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
On the phone
Yeah I know

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