We moved ot the city Three girls, young toys we heard life in the noise They told us "money makes you pretty - so go dance for the boys dance for the boys" We have the same enemy. We have the same enemy.
New sarrogate family with pockets full of holes no holds barred, the goals are: look at me look at me Reflect me with your eyes, make me ten feet high. We have the same enemy We have the same enemy.
We have the same enemy. Devides us into Is, devise, polarise, vanity We have the same enemy No hands no face all slates and states washed clean
We have the same enemy No hands no face An arms race in trade policy We have the same enemy Just keep calm and buy devide, polarise, apathy We have the same enemy We have the same enemy