What do you think when you spit in my face?
How does if feel to accuse and to haze?
Now look at me, I'm not one of your kind
And I prefer to stay behind
And walk the wicked way

We don't wanna be like you
Don't you get that, king of fools?
We don't mind your life is trite
You are the king of fools

We are never gonna be like you
We don't follow king of fools
You're the blind to lead the blind
And I walk the wicked way

You feel at ease as you flock with the masses
What do you see with your heads in their asses
Keep on railing at what I believe
Call me insane, and I am proud to be
And walk the wicked way

We don't wanna be like you
Don't you get that, king of fools?
We don't mind your life is trite
You are the king of fools

We are never gonna be like you
We don't follow king of fools
You are the blind to lead the blind, oh