My Own Best Enemy

	  		
D   G            D 
Yo! Bum rush the show! 

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There's a cop salivating on the patio 

Bb                  D 
And my mind is in remission 

G                           D 
The finger snacks are on display 

Bb                D 
Traveling in your spirit 

G                             D 
It's better to be lonely with bologna 

Hey, stack up the bills 
The highway is covered with weight-loss pills 
And I'm eating all the coupons 
They taste like special skin 
She's the gal I long for 
I'd love to smother her with leftovers 

Now there's a dead kid trying to sleep 
And the shallow side of things 
Never looked so deep 
Well, it's less than you expected 
'Cause it's more than you could ever know 
If you can't pull off bitterness 
Some slight alienation could be just as good 

SOLO 

Bb                           D 
And it's the most depressing cop-out 

G                D 
My eyes did ever see 

Bb 
I'd rather be your own 

Bb                         D 
I'd rather be my own worst friend... 


Let me try that one more time! 

Bb                       D 
I'd rather be your worst friend 

G                   D 
Than my own best enemy!