C G
It's your own worst enemy
Am F Dm G
Ringing the bell on the door
C G F Am
And the person inside says, "Nobody's home"
F Dm G
So your own worst enemy peeks inside
C G F Am
And sees you softly weeping
F Dm G
As some music fills the room
Chorus
C F C F
And the song they play is that guy with the messed-up face going,
C G F C
"Precious and few are the moments that you
F C G
And your own worst enemy share."
Verse 2:
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
Chorus:
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."
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
