NEW ENEMY
©2018 CHRIS BUTLER/FUTURE FOSSIL MUSIC (BMI)

open your mouth and let winter out
move your lips, move your tongue about
assemble noises to match your feelings, please
mind-reading just is not in my genes...

and pack up that evil Italian digit
save it for when your folks come to visit
talk American, dammit, it's the language of liars
if hate were people, you'd be China
I said... if hate were people, you'd be China...

I can smell your anger
I can taste your die, you bastard...die
I can hear your head go tick...tick...tick

any moment now
any moment now
pop!...black butterfly

Iíve got all the friends I need
Iíve got all the friends I need

Iíve got all the friends I need
I could use a New Enemy, though...

how interesting, this transformation
you're more complex than I imagined
cruel below, courtly above
almost there, one last shove...

I can smell your anger
I can taste your die, you bastard...die
I can see your head go tick...tick...tick

any moment now
any moment now
hello!...black butterfly