So Called Enemies

We talk about the man like he didn't
Just make us the cigarettes we got stuck in our faces
And you can save the whole bit about quitting

’Cause the man's got his clutches on you too
And tonight we all feel like dancing
And tonight I feel like romancing
So put you arms around my back and hug me
Like it wasn't just the beer hugging me

You can plan and strategize
And prepare and build up
But in the end it’s like a race
They count off but is never run
One two three one
One two three one
One two three one

You've been up all night I can tell
You've been tossing and turning like hell
From the space between the wall and the bed
I watch you begin to regret some of the pills
And the sun lasers in through the window
Triumphantly leaping day viewing its strength
And its a damn sure annoyance as it lands on your eyeball
And you can locate the cause without any pause

Don't you wish, my friends, that more problems were just like this?
With a source and a direct route to an end?
Well I've been getting this feeling at night
Like it's all preparation, and my plans and my future might never collide
You've got it!
I've got it!
In this unexplained notion that something good
Will happen if we just stay the course
And the band begins to tune
And the patient begins to consume
And the drummer counts it off
But the song’s never sung
One two three one
One two three one
One two three one