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 peaks 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 enemyyyyyy