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 you 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 and 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. Falling from grace, right on my face. To hell and back and hell again I've gone.