Feel like I've been sleeping in a My wings have been clipped My shoes have been stuck with glue Well if you'll be my enemy
Now I've got goons on my landing They were all sent by someone (Obviously/Well I know it was) you! Well if you'll be my enemy
I've a bucketful of Babylon I'm gonna put them in a gun man Because you stole all my friends And you gave me the buffalo blues Well if you'll be my enemy
Now from the slime on your tongue To the nails on your toes From the scales on your skin To the stains on your clothes You're gonna have to make me do something But if you'll be my enemy
Feel like I'm knocking on the In the pockets of my coat Well I've been trying to grow I've have been working the treadmill I've been working in the fields I can't stop talking and I But I will put right this disgrace