Making Enemies Songtext / Lyric

Spew out pea-brain critiques in fanzines for fuckin' geeks

If you're starved to live by decree, feed on flavors of the week



You're Making Enemies with every word we read






Stare and wait with no clue

Can't dance like your idols do

Slam the door shut and leave so disappointed

All that you got was me



We're Making Enemies with every word we breathe



So quick to show off a knock-off style

So proud you climbed to the top of the pile



Hollow heads swallowed empty fads whole

Once they bled all the real shit dry

A sense of security in typecast identity

You wanted an enemy and you made one out of me