Enemies - Live at The Free House

I need my tens and my phone
But I don't work for the man
This rented car is a home
This can of beer is a friend

The job counselor is my real enemy

I've been walking the streets
Where the town has no end
Where you knock on the wrong door
If what you need is at hand

And the cold wind was my real enemy

You can change your bed sheets but you cannot conquer your dreams

I praised the lord of my master
I begged the gods of my slave
But I wedded disaster
And I was born on a grave

The newscaster is my real enemy

Now my heart is made out of stone
My flesh is made out of bones
I've never felt so alone
I'll never pay off the loans

And the realtor is my real enemy

You can ask for mercy but you cannot white out your past

I hear my savior calling my name
I hear my savior calling my name
I swear I'll never doubt him again
I hear my savior calling my name

I need my tens and my phone
But I don't work for the man
This rented car is a home
This can of beer is a friend

The job counselor is my real enemy
The job counselor is my real enemy