Lyrics The Whitlams

The Whitlams

Where's The Enemy

He think its best to criticize his own kind

An animal of greed, best to sew that social seed

I though by my thoughts all would come clear to me

Yeah I can shoot a gun, maybe I should join the army

Is there a quite place to lie?

Maybe watch all this go by

Wonder how we can survive

Wasting energy, where's the ememy>

I'd soldier on and walk the cruvy line so straight

But I would fall behind, maybe I am not so blinded

You talk so much pity that is self-related

Blaming not yourself, said the fault lies somewhere else

Repeated when the feelings high

I wish it all could just rely

On the depth of you and I

Wasting energy, where's the enemy?