They Might Be Giants - Your Own Worst Enemy Lyrics
Its your own worst enemyRinging the bell on the doorAnd the person inside says nobodys homeSo your own worst enemy peeks insideAnd sees you softly weeping as some music fills the roomAnd the song they playIs that guy with the messed up faceGoing, precious and few are the moments that youAnd your own worst enemy shareFull bottle in front of meTime to roll up my sleevesAnd get to workAnd after many glasses of workI get paid in the brainAnd the song they playIs that guy with the messed up faceGoing, precious and few are the moments that youAnd your own worst enemy shareAnd the song they playIs that guy with the messed up faceGoing, precious and few are the moments that youAnd your own worst enemy shareIts your own worst enemy