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.