Whitlams Where's The Enemy
He think its best to criticize his own kind An animal of greed, best to sew that social seed I though by my thoughts all would come clear to me Yeah I can shoot a gun, maybe I should join the army Is there a quite place to lie? Maybe watch all this go by Wonder how we can survive Wasting energy, where's the ememy> I'd soldier on and walk the cruvy line so straight But I would fall behind, maybe I am not so blinded You talk so much pity that is self-related Blaming not yourself, said the fault lies somewhere else Repeated when the feelings high I wish it all could just rely On the depth of you and I Wasting energy, where's the enemy?