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, ´cause 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 ain´t no big deal.
And I´ll see you in hell, ´cause when the smoke clears here I am, your reject all-American.

Falling from grace, right on my fave.
To hell and back and hell again I´ve gone.