Why do I explain myself when everyone's An idiot but me I think some people need Killing for stupidity and I'll be born again Kicking and screaming And dragged back into a life Like Ten pounds in a nine pound bag Still I come back to give you something That you never had. Idiot rules I never fight I only win And I don't make em I never bend I only break them Finish my smoke, down my drink, wipe my mouth And I just walk away What's the chance of finding something Real and make it last For that I'd carry all my bags and leave Them in the past Because I spend my life fixing mistakes That left me scarred And when I stand and meet my maker I'll be born again hard