Who the hell are you to tell me what I am

And what's my master plan.

What makes you think that it includes you?

Self-righteous wealth

Stop flattering yourself, so when the smoke clears here I am.

Your reject all-american.

Sucking up you social sect, making you a nervous wreck.

To hell and back and hell again I've gone.

You're not my type.

Not my type.

What's the difference between you and me?

I do what I want, and you do what you're told.

So listen up and shut the hell up.

It's no big deal.

And i'll see you in hell, so when the smoke clears here I am,

Your reject all-american.

Falling from grace, right on my face.

To hell and back and hell again I've gone.