You feel proud to think you're the best.
With this feeling you don't need to rest:
You keep saying you're one of the kind.
If they don't see that, they are just blind.
If they don't see that, they are so wrong.
You're ideal, you are smart, you are strong.
It is they who cannot understand:
Everything that you do is so grand.
Everything that you do is advanced.
And they're stupid, uncivilized.
But it's fine - you're gonna say -
I'll forgive them again anyway.