[Originally by Elliot Smith]



Baby Britain feels the best 

Floating over a sea of vodka 

Separated from the rest 

Fights problems with bigger problems 

Sees the ocean fall and rise 

Counts the waves that somehow didn't hit her 

Water pouring from her eyes 

Alcoholic and very bitter 

For someone half as smart 

You'd be a work of art 

You put yourself apart 

And I can't help until you start 

We knocked another couple back 

The dead soldiers lined up on the table 

Still prepared for an attack 

They didn't know they'd been disabled 

Felt a wave, a rush of blood 

You won't be happy 'til the bottle's broken 

And you're out swimming in the flood 

You kept back you kept unspoken 

For someone half as smart 

You'd be a work of art 

You put yourself apart 

And I can't help until you start 

You got a look in your eye 

When you're saying goodbye 

Like you wanna say hi 



The light was on but it was dim 

Revolver's been turned over 

And now it's ready once again 

The radio was playing "crimson and clover" 

London bridge is safe and sound 

No matter what you keep repeating 

Nothing's gonna drag me down 

To a death that's not worth cheating 

For someone half as smart 

You'd be a work of art 

You put yourself apart 

I can't help until you start 

For someone half as smart you'd be a work of art 

You put yourself apart