The Enemy Away From Here

I’m so sick sick sick and tired

Of working just to be retired

I don’t want to get that far

I don’t want your company car

Promotions ain’t my thing

Name badges are not interesting

Its much easier for me see

To stay at home with Richard and Judy

A way a way oh, oh oh, away from here

A way a way oh, oh oh, away from here

A way a way oh, oh oh, away from here

A way a way oh, oh oh, away from here

I’m fed up of early mornings

Wake up calls are getting boring round here

Feet dragging on the pavement

The same people with the same arrangements

(Irony) can be quite funny

Making other people money

My working day has just begun

It’s not exactly what I’d would call fun

I want to wake up in the afternoon

With daytime tv and my favourite tune

Cause it is much, easier for me

To stay at home with Richard and Judy

A way a way oh, oh oh, away from here

A way a way oh, oh oh, away from here

A way a way oh, oh oh, away from here

A way a way oh, oh oh, away from here

A way a way oh, oh oh, away from here

A way a way oh, oh oh, away from here

A way a way oh, oh oh, away from here

A way a way a way, away from

Saturday is your only highlight

When you go out and live the high life

Meeting up with other people

Get interaction with the weekend people

(At least when all is) said and done

You wouldn’t been the only one

(to be) a slave to the modern wage

Your crappy weekend is your only escape

I want to wake up in the afternoon

With daytime tv and my favourite tune

Cause it is much easier, for me see

To stay at home with Richard and Judy

A way a way oh, oh oh, away from here

A way a way oh, oh oh, away from here

A way a way oh, oh oh, away from here

A way a way oh, oh oh, away from here

A way a way oh, oh oh, away from here

A way a way oh, oh oh, away from here

A way a way oh, oh oh, away from here

A way a way a way, away from….. here

The Enemy Last Goodbye

Ever feel so down you can’t go on

Ever feel so down you can’t go on

I know I’m going

Everybody’s telling me that I’m wrong

Ever feel so down you can’t go on

Ever feel so down you can’t go on

I know it’s showing

The cracks are growing, it’s not long

Well if you want me there, come and get me

I’m leaving this world behind

If you hate me then try and take me

Your words won’t even break my stride

As I wave my last goodbye

I won’t feel shame, I won’t ask why

There’s no place to hold my bet

There’s no heaven for those who pray

Ever feel so down you can’t go on

Ever feel so down you can’t go on

I know I’m going

Everybodys telling me that I’m wrong

Ever feel so down you can’t go on

Ever feel so down you can’t go on

I know it’s showing

The cracks are growing, and it’s not long

Well if you want me there, come and get me

I’m leaving this world behind

If you hate me then try and take me

Your words won’t even break my stride

As I wave my last goodbye

I won’t feel shame, I won’t ask why

There’s no place to hold me bet

There’s no heaven for those who break

As I leave this world behind

Every woman, man, and child

I won’t hear you call my name

I’m in a place where souls can stay

If you want me, then come and get me

I’m leaving this world behind

If you hate me, then try and take me

Your words won’t even break my stride

As I wave my last goodbye

I won’t feel shame, I won’t ask why

There’s no place to hold my bet

There’s no heaven for those who pray

The Enemy 51st State

This is the 51st state

Where democracy has failed

We’ve a war on our consciences and blood under our nails

Oil drums but we’re still paying at the pump

Oil drums it’s a mystery how we got so dumb

Oil drums gotta tell ‘em we don’t want they’re war

Oil drums and then the government will fall

This is the 51st state

where the people have no voice

we’ve been looking for a leader

but we never had a choice

Oil drums but we’re still paying at the pump

Oil drums it’s a mystery how we got so dumb

Oil drums gotta tell ‘em we don’t want they’re war

Oil drums and then the government will fall

The Enemy Pressure

Pressure, Pressure, Step Into The Pressure Zone

Let The Pressure, Let The Pressure Get You Better

Keep A, Measure, Measure On Your Pressure

Better Check The Pressure, Watch Out For The Pressure!

Take A Little Walk Outside

To See You Now

Pressure Let It All Slip Away

Working Nine To Five She Was A Dancer

She’s Got It In Her Mind

She Has The Answer Now

Oh That She’s Always A Show

To Make Your Breathe Go Faster

Working Nine To Five She Was A Dancer

She’s Got It In Her Mind

She Has The Answer Now

Oh That She’s Always A Show

To Make Your Breathe Go Faster

Pressure, Pressure, Step Into The Pressure Zone

Let The Pressure, Let The Pressure Get You Better

Keep A, Measure, Measure On The Pressure

Better Check Your Pressure, Watch Out For The Pressure!

Working Nine To Five She Was A Dancer

She’s Got It In Her Mind

She Has The Answer Now

Oh That She’s Always A Show

To Make Your Breathe Go Faster

Working Nine To Five She Was A Dancer

She’s Got It In Her Mind

She Has The Answer Now

Oh That She’s Always A Show

To Make Your Breathe Go Faster

The Enemy You’re Not Alone

Don’t let the sun go down, On an Empire,

It’s too much to waste. Don’t let the walls come down,

Round an Empire, It’s too much to wave goodbye.

We’ve been working for a long time,

We’ve been fighting for a way,

Now in the streets men standing in lines they’re all wasted anyway.

You’re living in an incestuous world,

Where you’re conscious holds no weight,

You sold us down the river like rats then,

You drowned and beat the brave.

You’re not alone you know, you’re not alone you know

You’re not alone no no.

Don’t let the sun… too much to wash away.

We’ve been working for a long time,

We’ve been fighting for a way,

Now in the streets men standing in lines they’re all wasted anyway.

You’re living in an incestuous world,

Where you’re conscious holds no weight,

You sold us down the river like rats then,

You drowned and beat the brave.

You’re not alone you know, you’re not alone you know

You’re not alone no no. (yeah, yeah)

(Not alone, not alone)

There’s just too many dreams in this wasteland for you to leave us all behind.

There’s just too many dreams in this wasteland for you to leave us all behind.

(You’re not alone no, no)

You’re not alone you know, you’re not alone you know (yeah, yeah)

You’re not alone no no.

You’re not alone you know, you’re not alone you know

You’re not alone no no.

The Enemy 1-2-3-4

In the city they die now

And they act like it’s ok

With their little white lines out

They wouldn’t have a word to say

1-2-3-4

Ready to go!

woah oh oh

We’re young and we feel alive

One more brains

Out ready to blooow

(woah oh oh)

The first day of the rest of our lives

In the city act out

And they know just how to play

One by one they tap out

And the winners the one who stays

And the nitty gritty games they play

No it’s not for me

No it’s not for me

1-2-3-4

Ready to go!

woah oh oh

We’re young and we feel alive

One more brains

Out ready to bloooow

The first day of the rest of our lives

Lost of feeling

while you were dreaming

And I stopped believing

Oh you never know

Lost of feeling

And I almost stopped breathing

You know

I’m not leaving

Ohoh here we go

1-2-3-4

Ready to go!

woah oh oh

We’re young and we feel alive

One more brains

Out ready to bloooow

The first day of the rest of our lives

The Enemy Had Enough

Give me a, good enough reason

Why I should not, cut you down

You’re been taking too much, ever since you started hanging round, this crowd

And I’ve had enough, had enough

Yes you let me down, let me down

And now I’m giving up, giving up

Yes I’ll see you round, see you round and now now

Hey hey

What’s the matter with your face, face?

When you have it your way, way

Won’t you give me some time, to understand you’re mine?

Ooooo it’s alright

ooooo it’s alright

Let me say what I want

Don’t you know what was on the tip of my tongue?

If you [?] take a look outside

You will see, you’re wrong

And I’ve had enough, had enough

Yes you let me down, let me down

And now I’m giving up, giving up

Yes I’ll see you round, see you round and now now

Hey hey

What’s the matter with your face, face?

When you have it your way, way

Won’t you give me some time, to understand you’re mine?

Ooooo it’s alright

ooooo it’s alright

Had enough

Had enough

Had enough

Had enough

Had enough

Had enough

(Let me down)

Had enough

Had enough

(See you round)

Had enough

Had enough

(Let me down)

Had enough

Had enough

(I’ll see you round)

Hey hey

What’s the matter with your face, face?

When you have it your way, way

Won’t you give me some time, to understand you’re mine?

The Enemy A New England

I was twenty-one years when I wrote this song

I’m twenty-two now, but I won’t be for long

People ask when will you grow up to be a man

But all the girls I loved at school are already pushing prams

I loved you then as I love you still

Though I put you on a pedestal, they put you on the pill

I don’t feel bad about letting you go

I just feel sad about letting you know

I don’t want to change the world

I’m not looking for a new England

I’m just looking for another girl

I don’t want to change the world

I’m not looking for a new England

I’m just looking for another girl

I loved the words you wrote to me

But that was bloody yesterday

I can’t survive on what you send

Every time you need a friend

I don’t want to change the world

I’m not looking for a new England

I’m just looking for another girl

I don’t want to change the world

I’m not looking for a new England

I’m just looking for another girl

Looking for another girl

Looking for another girl

Looking for another girl

The Enemy No Time For Tears

The morning after, the revolution

P.C 1525 told me there was no real solution

Bruised lips and a ripped up jacket

Money all in the road

Sat down with a big fat mac

Screaming ‘what about my way home

We’re gonna get out the city

We’re gonna get out the way

We’ve got cash in the kitty

We’re gonna get our way

Gotta get old

Gotta get old

There’s no time for tears

When you live in the real world

There’s no time for tears

When you live in the real world

Gettin’ back to a empty flat

Hacked up and even more

Screwed up wrappers from a take away dinner

Scattered all over the floor

This isn’t glamorous

It’s not rock and roll

This is England on a Saturday night

This is a nation’s soul

We’re gonna get out the city

We’re gonna get out the way

We’ve got cash in the kitty

We’re gonna get our way

Gotta get old

Gotta get old

There’s no time for tears

When you live

In the real world

There’s no time for tears

When you live

In the real world

There’s no time for tears

When you live in the real world

There’s no time for tears

When you live in the real world

There’s no time for tears

When you live in the real world

There’s no time for tears

When you live in the real world

The Enemy Silver Spoon

I never had a silver spoon

To help me orchestrate this tune

Look at us the same as you

And there’s nothing anyone can’t do

So sing it from from the back of the room

Don’t matter if it’s out of tune

Sing it to the bar

I’ve got my green guitar

But i never had a silver spoon

You and me and me and yo

Whish is whish and who is who?

Underneath we’re all the same

We’re flesh and blood and viens

And there’s nothing that we can’t do

So sing it from the back of the room

Don’t matter if it’s out of tune

Sing it to the bar

I’ve got my green guitar

But i never had a silver spoon

I never had a sliver spoon

So sing it from the back of the room

Don’t matter if it’s out of tune

Sing it to the bar

I’ve got my green guitar

But i never had a silver spoon

They cried from the gallery, From the back of the room

The people in the cheap seats didn’t have the clearest view

But they all cried when the music died and the house lights turned on blue

And the man said good night ladies and gent’s the only way he knew

The policeman standing by the door had to turn and dry his eye

A little girl sighed for the very first time like an angel in disguise

The band packed up their instruments and hurried off to the bar

Singing good night ladies and gent’s on an old 6 string guitar

So good night ladies and gentlemen, we hope to see you soon, we sing this song as we roll along and we’ll try and stay in tune

But if our voices should break up or if our strings should snap, we’ll fix up in the morning and tomorrow we’ll be back