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.

So when the smoke clears here I am,
Your reject all-American,
Sucking up to 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.

What´s the difference between you and me?
I do what I want, and you do what you´re told,
So listen up shut the hell up.
It´s no big deal.
And I´ll see you in hell.

So when the smoke clears here I am,
Your reject all-American,
Sucking up to 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,
Not my type,
Your not my type.

So 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.