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  Is that guy with the messed up face  Going "Precious and few are the moments that you  And your own worst enemy share"  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  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