Who the hell you think you are?
Considering yourself a star,
But you're nothing more than a pile of %#@!,

And between true friends you don't fit,
Sure you can play nice,
But please do think twice,

'cause what about your attitude,
which has changed into a rock star mood
Smash all kind of masters,

Even bigheaded !@$(s,
Selling tons of records,
Doesn't make you a God,

You're just like the rest,
Only missing the intelligent part,
Smash all kind of masters,

Even bigheaded !@$(s,
But we are AGATHOCLES,
We say "bollocks" to what the media says,

We're not a part of your show-bizz-ball,
We prefer to stay honest and small.