(Composição: Billy Gould) 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
