He thinks he´s Jesus and I think not
He really thinks he´s something
She´ll make a fortune without luck

I´ll make my friends without a buck
Somebody opened up the box
How could you be so stupid

One, two, three, four
Gotta get away for sure


Brothers and sisters
Mr. and Mrs.
Look out now and c`mon


You´re a backstabber
Backstabber

You´re a backstabber
Hey, man, and I think you´re better of red and dead


She thinks she´s heaven and I am hell
How could I care `bout nothing
But you´re a hardcore superstore

Plastic little ugly !@^%
How could she be so stupid


Brothers and sisters
Mr. and Mrs.
Look out now and c`mon


You´re a backstabber
Backstabber

You´re a backstabber
Hey, man, and I think you´re better of red and dead


Brothers and sisters
Mr. and Mrs.
I don´t think it´s funny to be wearing a gunny

Haschis and fascists, taxes and faxes
Look out now and c`mon


Backstabber
Backstabber
You´re a backstabber

Hey, man, and I think you´re better of red and dead

Backstabber

Backstabber
You´re a backstabber
Hey, man, stab me


That´s right