A.k.a.i-d-i-o-t

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 AKA I-D-I-O-T, don't know Who the hell I'm supposed to be I-D-I-O-T, AKA I-D-I-O-T Yeah that's me, I-D-I-O-T I put up with being laughed at 'Cause I put up with being me And then an 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