It's your own worst enemy
Ringing the bell on the door
And the person inside says nobody's home
So your own worst enemy peeks inside
And sees you softly weeping as some music fills the room
And the song they play
Is that guy with the messed up face
Going, precious and few are the moments that you
And your own worst enemy share
Full bottle in front of me
Time to roll up my sleeves
And get to work
And after many glasses of work
I get paid in the brain
And the song they play
Is that guy with the messed up face
Going, precious and few are the moments that you
And your own worst enemy share
And the song they play
Is that guy with the messed up face
Going, precious and few are the moments that you
And your own worst enemy share
It's your own worst enemy
Quoth the Johns:
In a sense, the sound of this track harkens back to the earliest They Might Be Giants recordings. All the percussion is from a tiny Yamaha sound module. The bass is a cello plucked by Mr. Garo Yellin. The words, which visit the themes of depression, alcoholism, and self-destruction, are the original products of our own imaginations, although the chorus makes fleeting reference to a popular soft-rock song from the '70's: "Precious and few are the moments we two can share."
—John Linnell and John Flansburgh
[source: "A Guided Tour of Factory Showroom," TMBG Info Club Newsletter, Holiday 1996 edition]