| 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. 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. |