Lyrics:Your Own Worst Enemy
| Your Own Worst Enemy |
| By: They Might Be Giants |
| Year: 1996 |
It's your own worst enemy Ringing the bell on the door And the person inside says nobody's home So your own worst enemy peeks inside And sees you softly weeping as some music fills the room And the song they play He ripped out your back hairs with a monkey wrench. He pushed your shin in a toilet and flushed it in stench. He put those piranhas in your bathtub again. He blew up your driver's licence and killed a hen. Full bottle in front of me Time to roll up my sleeves And get to work And after many glasses of work I get paid in the brain And the song they play You shaved off my sideburns with a chainsaw. You put me in court with the own law. You tied my arms together with the seatbelt. You pushed me down a trench with a deer pelt. And the song they play Is that guy with the messed up face Going, "Precious and few are the moments that you And your own worst enemy share." It's your own worst enemy |
