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 Now my heart is made out of stone My flesh is made out of bones 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