Paroles: Papa Roach. The Gentle Art Of Making Enemies.

The words are so familiar
All the same greats, the same mistakes
It doesn't have to be like this

If you don't make a friend now
One might make you
So learn
The gentle art of making enemies

Don't look so surprised
Happy birthday...fucker
Blow that candle out,
We're gonna kick you, kick you

[Don't say you're not because you are]
[Don't say you're not because you are]
[History tells us that you are]
[History tells us that you are]

And all you need is just one more excuse
You put up one hell of a fight, you put up one hell of a fight
I wanna hear you very best excuse
I never felt this much alive, I never felt this much alive

Your day has finally come-
So where the hat and do the dance
And let the suit keep wearing you.


This year you'll sit and take it
And you will like it-
It's the gentle art of making enemies

I deserve a reward
Cuz I'm the best fuck that you ever had
And if I tighten up my hole-
You may never see the light again

[There's always an easy way out]
[There's always an easy way out]
[You need something wet in your mouth]
[You need something wet in your mouth]

I never felt this much alive