The Enemy

You peer through the darkness, billy clubs aimed. They smash ya once or twice till ya don't look the same. Ya gotta know who your enemy is. The enemy. Ya gotta know who your enemy is. The enemy. They rope ya to a time clock. To keep you on the line. And now your losin' the pieces of your mind. Ya gotta know who your enemy is. The enemy. Ya gotta know who your enemy is. The enemy. The newsmen are lying. Drawing line like black & white. Makin' you believe it's your brother you gotta fight. Ya gotta know who your enemy is. The enemy. Ya gotta know who your enemy is. The enemy.