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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
David Klotz
David Klotz
Programming
Robbie Merrill
Robbie Merrill
Bass
Shannon Larkin
Shannon Larkin
Drums
Sully Erna
Sully Erna
Lead Vocals
Tony Rombola
Tony Rombola
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Salvatore Erna
Salvatore Erna
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sully Erna
Sully Erna
Producer
Andy Johns
Andy Johns
Engineer
Kent Hertz
Kent Hertz
Engineer
Dave Schultz
Dave Schultz
Mastering Engineer
Doug Strub
Doug Strub
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Hey! Oh, Mr. backstabbing son of a bitch You're living in a world that will soon be dying And I know, everybody knows you try to be like me But even at your best, as a man you couldn't equal half of me I am realizing, that everybody's lost their simple ways And now that is here, I see it all so clearly I've come face to face with the enemy, oh the enemy! You! You're another shit talking punk to me You're living inspiration for what I never wanna be And I see, you've been blinded by what you believe And now back up and sit down, shut up and act like you need to be I am realizing, that everybody's lost their simple ways And now that is here, I see it all so clearly I've come face to face with the enemy, oh the enemy! Come to me, come to me, the enemy, come to me, come to me So predicting, you're the reason why I lie Simple decision took too much time To fly Oh, check me, check me... I am realizing, that everybody's lost their simple ways And now that is here, I see it all so clearly I've come face to face with the enemy, oh the enemy! Come to me
Writer(s): Salvatore P. Erna, Rob Merrill, James Shannon Larkin, Anthony Paul Rombola Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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