The Gentle Art of Making Enemies - Faith No More

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 you 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 your very best excuse

I never felt this much alive

I never felt this much alive

Your day has finally come

So wear 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

Cause 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

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 your very best excuse

I never felt this much alive

I never felt this much alive

I never felt, never felt this much alive

I never felt, never felt this much alive

I never felt, never felt this much alive

I never felt, never felt this much alive

I never felt, never felt this much alive

I never felt, never felt this much alive

I never felt, never felt this much alive

I never felt, this much alive