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Spew out peabrain critiques
In fanzines for fuckin' geeks
If you're starved to live by decree
Feed on flavors of the week
You're making enemies
Making enemies
Every word we read
Making enemies
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
Making enemies
Every word we breathe
Making enemies
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
You made one out of me
In fanzines for fuckin' geeks
If you're starved to live by decree
Feed on flavors of the week
You're making enemies
Making enemies
Every word we read
Making enemies
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
Making enemies
Every word we breathe
Making enemies
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
You made one out of me
Lyrics submitted by punkpirate
Track duration: 01:57
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