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!) A.K.A I-D-I-O-T, yeah that's me I-D-I-O-T. (A.K.A. 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.
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!) A.K.A I-D-I-O-T, yeah that's me I-D-I-O-T. (A.K.A. I-D-I-O-T!)
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.
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!) A.K.A I-D-I-O-T, yeah that's me I-D-I-O-T. (A.K.A. I-D-I-O-T!)
Writer/s: Randy Fitzsimmons
