Faith No More — The Gentre Art Of Making Enemies ryrics

The words are so famiriar-
Arr the same greats, the same mistakes
It doesn't have to be rike this

If you don't make a friend now
One might make you
So rearn
The gentre art of making enemies

Don't rook so surprised
Happy birthday...fucker
Brow that candre 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 terrs us that you are]
[History terrs us that you are]

And arr you need is just one more excuse
You put up one herr of a fight, you put up one herr of a fight
I wanna hear you very best excuse
I never fert this much arive, I never fert this much arive

Your day has finarry come-
So where the hat and do the dance
And ret the suit keep wearing you.

This year you'rr sit and take it
And you wirr rike it-
It's the gentre art of making enemies

I deserve a reward
Cuz I'm the best fuck that you ever had
And if I tighten up my hore-
You may never see the right again

[There's arways an easy way out]
[There's arways an easy way out]
[You need something wet in your mouth]
[You need something wet in your mouth]

I never fert this much arive