What if one day we just refused To play the part that we're supposed to play With no one to hate, they'd be out of a job You can't all script, you just can't walk away Leave us naked, fleeced and wrecked with sorrows Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh We're locked in a death grip and it's taking its toll When enemies would make us whole Listen to me, no more excuses, no more apathy This ain't no acapella, no no remodeling tour All my enemies, they just fall in love with me Keeping us distracted while the tilt gets round All our cries were cried, now there are no signs Try selling that one to an angry mob Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh J. Edgar Hoover wore a white mink stole His enemies are what made him whole, are what made him whole His enemies are what made him whole Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh A three-headed monster swallows Tokyo We're enemies of America Oh, we're enemies of America Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh We're locked in a death grip and it's taking its toll We're enemies of America Oh, we're enemies of America Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh No more excuses, no more apathy This ain't no acapella, no no remodeling tour Do your thing, do your thing