What if one day we just refused to play? With no one to hate, they'd be out of a job You've gone off script, you just can't walk away Leave us naked, fleeced and racked with sobs Whoa We're locked in a death grip and it's taking its toll When our enemies are what make us whole Listen to me No more excuses, no more apathy This ain't no archipelago, no remote atoll All my enemies, they just fall in love with me Keeping us distracted while the till gets robbed All our cries were cried Now there are no sides Try selling that one to an angry mob Whoa J. Edgar Hoover wore a white mink stole His enemies are what made him whole Oh, what made him whole (His enemies are what made him whole) Whoa A three-headed monster swallows Tokyo Her enemies are what make her whole (Her enemies are what make her whole) Whoa (Our enemies are what make us whole) We're locked in a death grip and it's taking its toll When our enemies are what make us whole (Our enemies are what make us whole) Whoa (Our enemies are what make us whole) No more excuses, no more apathy This ain't no archipelago, no remote atoll (Our enemies are what make us whole) (Our enemies are what make us whole)