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