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