[Spoken Female Vocal, Church Bells, Low Organ] Well, bless our hearts… Ain’t it lovely when the whole town gathers? Shame we brought the truth instead of casseroles. [Verse 1 – Sultry, Rhythmic Vocal, Sparse Dirty Guitar] Miss Caroline’s dressed in her Sunday best, With a crooked little smile and a cross on her chest. I’ve been the devil in her stories for years, She’s been polishing her halo with my blood, sweat and tears. She says I stole her sweetheart back in ‘99, I say he left her for a woman with a working spine. Now we’re standing by the coffee and the stale pound cake, And there’s a whole lot of truth this church can’t take. [Pre-Chorus – Building Drums, Organ Rising] She says, “You ruined my name!” I say, “Honey, yours was already on fire!” She says, “You ought to be ashamed!” I say, “Then come on, let’s climb a little higher!” [Chorus – Explosive Southern Rock, Gospel Backing Vocals] We’re enemies clearing the air, Throwing our sins like we just don’t care! Every little secret, every whispered lie, Coming out swinging underneath God’s sky! Raise your hands, let the whole room stare, There’s no more hiding what’s buried in there! If the truth’s gonna burn, let it burn everywhere! We’re enemies, enemies clearing the air! [Verse 2 – Swaggering Bass, Blues Guitar Licks] She stole the church funds for a brand-new car, I covered for her husband at the local bar. She spread the word about my mother’s pills, I know who bought her house up on the hill. Then old Miss Betty starts to choke on her tea, When Caroline turns around and points at me. But I ain’t the only sinner sitting in these pews, And I’ve got a list of names and nothing left to lose! [Pre-Chorus – Bigger Drums, Rising Choir] She says, “You’ll pay for this!” I say, “Put it on my tab, sweetheart!” The preacher drops his Bible, And the whole damn room falls apart! [Chorus – Full Band, Rowdy Gospel Choir] We’re enemies clearing the air, Throwing our sins like we just don’t care! Every little secret, every whispered lie, Coming out swinging underneath God’s sky! Raise your hands, let the whole room stare, There’s no more hiding what’s buried in there! If the truth’s gonna burn, let it burn everywhere! We’re enemies, enemies clearing the air! [Bridge – Half-Time Groove, Spoken-Sung Call and Response] [Lead Vocal] Who lied about the money? [Backing Choir] Sister, we know! [Lead Vocal] Who met the preacher after the Sunday show? [Backing Choir] Sister, we know! [Lead Vocal] Who spent thirty years casting stones at my door? [Backing Choir] Everybody, everybody, everybody knows! [Lead Vocal – Building to a Shout] Well, if we’re dragging skeletons out tonight, Bring the whole damn graveyard into the light! [Instrumental Break – Dirty Slide Guitar Solo, Hammond Organ, Handclaps] [Final Chorus – Maximum Energy, Gang Vocals and Gospel Choir] We’re enemies clearing the air, Pulling down the curtains, stripping souls bare! Every little secret, every whispered lie, Got a front-row seat underneath God’s sky! Raise your hands, let the whole room stare, Ain’t a single saint left standing in there! If the truth’s gonna burn, let it burn everywhere! We’re enemies, enemies clearing the air! [Outro – Band Stops, Church Organ and Laughter] [Spoken Female Vocal] Well, Caroline… Same time next Sunday? [Choir – Soft, Wicked Harmony] Clear the air… Clear the air… [Final Sound – One Church Bell, Abrupt Silence]
