Never Be Clever - Herman Brood

Going down the line, my head up high
Wonder why itґs so hard to feel fine
Got all I need
Plastic teeth
A pocket full of speed
And Iґm cool with the heat
I got a groovy little lady
Seems Iґm waisting het time
Got a hit and a bullet
Still back in crime

People say I used to do better
Si I guess Iґm gonna have to get myself together

But Iґll never
Ooh aah aah
Iґll never be clever
Iґll never be clever
Ooh aah aah
Iґll never be clever

Some say Iґm suicidal
With a sense of humour
Some say Iґm faking it all
Trying to start rumours
Some people say a moment lasts longer
I find myself at home
Settled down, write a song
Iґll love to hang around
In black peopleґs places
Fascinated staring at faces
Holy mama, make me concentrate
Got to write a song
And I got to create

Going down the line, my head up high enz.
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Never Be Clever Lyrics

Herman Brood – Never Be Clever Lyrics

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