He rolled in with a fist full of bother
(Fist full of bother)
Black clad lad popping his collar
(Popping his collar)
Just one more fight to get his fix for the freak show
(Fix for the freak show)
The boys gone done things that you don't want to know
He's got
Enemies, enemies
Who walk around with rolled up sleeves
The enemies, enemies must tread carefully
Must tread carefully
They call him psycho, sicko
Yeah, he's not gonna take that
(Not gonna take that)
He always has fun with a target on his back
(Target on his back)
He's gonna shake, rattle and roll before he goes
He's gonna shake, rattle and roll before he goes
He's got
Enemies, enemies
Who walk around with rolled up sleeves
The enemies, enemies must tread carefully
Must tread carefully
A son of a violent one
Who, who
Sing us a song
Who did you wrong?
Who did you wrong?
Who?
And he rolled in with a fist full of bother
Dressed in black
He'll make a shout
He'll make a scene
He's got
Enemies, enemies
Who walk around with rolled up sleeves
The enemies, enemies must tread carefully
Must tread carefully
Must tread carefully
Must tread carefully