Making Enemies

Making Enemies

Global Threat, A
(album: Where The Sun Never Sets)

Spew out pea-brain critiques in fanzines for fuckin´ geeks
If you´re starved to live by decree, feed on flavors of the week

You´re making enemies with every word we read

Stare and wait with no clue
Can´t dance like your idols do
Slam the door shut and leave so disappointed
All that you got was me

We´re making enemies with every word we breathe

So quick to show off a knock-off style
So proud you climbed to the top of the pile

Hollow heads swallowed empty fads whole
Once they bled all the real shit dry
A sense of security in typecast identity
You wanted an enemy and you made one out of me