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.