Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah
Six o'clock and the day is done
I've been thicking the boxes
Wiping the fun off of my day
What you do is none of my business
The dark is never bleak enough for two
And the lights go off, and the lights go on
The distant rumble, the traffic hum
If you are the enemy
What does that say about me?
Yeah yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah
If you are the enemy
What does that say about me?
Yeah yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah
We sort the problems of the week
By sinking the liquid from the bottle and feeling sick
And all life's rejects on parade
The skinny fashionistas with the prada clad berets
Oh, yeah...
And the lights go off, and the lights go on
The distant rumble, the traffic hum
If you are the enemy
What does that say about me?
Yeah yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah
If you are the enemy
What does that say about me?
Yeah yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah

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