You laugh at me and call me i-d-i-o-t.

You laugh and turn your back cause I'm not like you're supposed to be.

But it's not a question - a question of low iq.

Cause if it was well then the answer wouldn't be me but you.

a.k.a i-d-i-o-t, don't know who the hell

I'm supposed to be i-d-i-o-t a.k.a i-d-i-o-t, yeah thats me i-d-i-o-t.

I put with being laughed at cause I put up with being me.

And then on artificial someone says I'm the i-d-i-o-t.

But I got motivation yeah I pretty much love it all.

To make your artificial nation stumble and fall.

I know that I'm a screw up.

I know I'm in a band.

I know that I am up against a mighty mighty man.

But I'm satisfied with being, being one of the lucky few.

Who'll be the ones laughing knowing that the joke is gonna be on you.