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 

Don't judge me by my sins