Words by Billie Joe Armstrong
Music by Green Day

Who the hell are you to tell me what I am
And what's my master plan
What makes you think that in includes you?
Self-righteous wealth, stop flattering yourself

'Cause when the smoke clears, here I am
Your reject all-American
Sucking up your 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 ain't 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