Who the hell are you to tell me,

what I am and what’s my master plan,

What makes you thinkthat it includes you?

Self-Righteous wealth,

Stop flatering yourself,

‘Cause when the smoke clears here I am.

Your Reject,

all american,

Sucking up your 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

Whats the difference between me and you?

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 face.

To hell and back and hell again,

i’ve gone.