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.

Albüm: Nimrod