You're the Enemy - Screeching Weasel

I stand here bored and look at you

Clapping like monkeys in the zoo

A horde of maladjusted miscreants

All pumped and primed

Just what could possibly be limping through

Your one-track minds?

I can’t believe you wonder why I think

That you’re the enemy

You don’t have anything to say

Dictate the speed at which we play

We are your TV for the night so just

Shut up and dance

Waste some time trying to get inside

Each other’s pants

Then thank us nicely for the background music

You’re the enemy