Working Against Me -

Workin' against me would make things hard on you

I’m just puttin' in my tomb, senseless to work against me

Rub me the wrong way, and I’ll make your pain non-fiction

I’ve got nothing against friction unless it rubs me the wrong way

Why do you still cross me when my warning’s always fair?

How can anyone come in peace when someone’s always there?

Workin' against me would make things hard on you

I’m just puttin' in my tomb, senseless to work against me

Rub me the wrong way, and I’ll make your pain non-fiction

I’ve got nothing against friction unless it rubs me the wrong way

Why do you still cross me when my warning’s always fair?

How can anyone come in peace when someone’s always there?

Why do you still cross me when my warning’s always fair?

How can anyone come in peace when someone’s always there?

Workin' against me, workin' against me

Workin' against me, workin' against me