| [00:23.23] |
What if one day we just refused to play? |
| [00:32.48] |
With no one to hate, they'd be out of a job |
| [00:41.57] |
You've gone off script, you just can't walk away |
| [00:51.16] |
Leave us naked, fleeced and racked with sobs |
| [01:18.85] |
Whoa |
| [01:23.48] |
We're locked in a death grip and it's taking its toll |
| [01:27.87] |
When our enemies are what make us whole |
| [01:37.20] |
Listen to me |
| [01:41.83] |
No more excuses, no more apathy |
| [01:45.59] |
This ain't no archipelago, no remote atoll |
| [01:57.89] |
All my enemies, they just fall in love with me |
| [02:07.27] |
Keeping us distracted while the till gets robbed |
| [02:16.19] |
All our cries were cried |
| [02:20.56] |
Now there are no sides |
| [02:25.84] |
Try selling that one to an angry mob |
| [02:53.86] |
Whoa |
| [02:58.45] |
J. Edgar Hoover wore a white mink stole |
| [03:02.76] |
His enemies are what made him whole |
| [03:06.44] |
Oh, what made him whole |
| [03:10.01] |
(His enemies are what made him whole) |
| [03:14.30] |
Whoa |
| [03:18.80] |
A three-headed monster swallows Tokyo |
| [03:23.51] |
Her enemies are what make her whole |
| [03:28.03] |
(Her enemies are what make her whole) |
| [03:32.86] |
Whoa |
| [03:37.42] |
We're locked in a death grip and it's taking its toll |
| [03:41.98] |
When our enemies are what make us whole |
| [03:51.30] |
Whoa |
| [03:55.90] |
No more excuses, no more apathy |
| [04:00.64] |
This ain't no archipelago, no remote atoll |
