Lyric Your Own Worst Enemy

You re your own worst enemy
You re a walking catastrophe

You get up every morning on the wrong side of the bed
You butter your hand instead of the bread
Drink enough coffee to wake the dead.

You re doing 85 and the light is turning red
The judge took your license and forbid you to drive
And your heart is pumping bacon and you re barely alive

You re your own worst enemy
You re a walking catastrophe
You re at war with yourself and nobody else
You re a danger. You re a danger

You trip on your shoelace and fall on your face
Your hair is a mess, your clothes a disgrace
Your stocks went south and your girlfriend is gay
Your dog ate your cat and that was your good day

You re your own worst enemy
You re a walking catastrophe
You re at war with yourself and nobody else
You re a danger

You re your own worst enemy
You re a walking catastrophe
You re at war with yourself and nobody else
You re a danger. You re a danger
To every stranger
You re a mess
Yes, yes