Testo di Enemies

He rolled in with a fist full of bother (Fist full of bother) Black clad lad popping his collar (Popping his collar) Just one more fight to get his fix for the freak show (Fix for the freak show) The boys gone done things that you don't want to know He's got Enemies, enemies Who walk around with rolled up sleeves The enemies, enemies must tread carefully Must tread carefully They call him psycho, sicko Yeah, he's not gonna take that (Not gonna take that) He always has fun with a target on his back (Target on his back) He's gonna shake, rattle and roll before he goes He's gonna shake, rattle and roll before he goes He's got Enemies, enemies Who walk around with rolled up sleeves The enemies, enemies must tread carefully Must tread carefully A son of a violent one Who, who Sing us a song Who did you wrong? Who did you wrong? Who? And he rolled in with a fist full of bother Dressed in black He'll make a shout He'll make a scene He's got Enemies, enemies Who walk around with rolled up sleeves The enemies, enemies must tread carefully Must tread carefully Must tread carefully Must tread carefully