You've got an enemy
You've got an enemy
When the road looks clear ahead,
and you're safe at home in your nice, warm bed,
I'll hunt you down and then I'll shoot you dead
boy, you've got an enemy

You've got an enemy
You've got an enemy
You've got troubles, and more than a few
There isn't anything I wouldn't do to you
With salt, a blowtorch and some crazy glue
Boy, you've got an enemy.

Some other folks might be a little bit smarter than I am.
Bigger and stronger too, maybe.
But none of them could hit a dime from a mile or two
With 7.62, boy

And as the years go by
your family too, will die.
Aint gonna be not a memory,
You've got an enemy
You've got an enemy