Enemies

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

And my heart is made out of stone

My flesh is made out of bone

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