Текст песни They Might Be Giants - Your Own Worst Enemy
They Might Be Giants - Your Own Worst Enemy слова песни
It`s your own worst enemyRinging the bell on the doorAnd the person inside says nobody`s 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 share"Full bottle in front of meTime to roll up my sleevesAnd get to workAnd after many glasses of workI get paidIn 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 share"And the song they playIs that guy with the messed up faceGoing "Precious and few are the moments that youAnd your own worst enemy share"It`s your own worst enemy