Hymn To An Enemy

History has lied to me ever since I learnt to read
And its glorious themes of kings and queens
Were no more than tales of murderers and thieves
Though the stories I was told of the bold knights of old
Did inspire me to make myself a man
But there's no one left to fight against when everyone's your friend
Oh, I'd rather have a dozen enemies than a friend who turns his back

They sail rich, they sail free, they tell you everything's fine
But where has all the excitement gone when you're working nine 'til five
And what's the point of comradeship or touching acts of love
When the devils never at the door or watching from above
And how's a man to know his worth when he never tests his strength?

A scientist measures everything, but how to measure a man?
When his world is safe and comfortable and his fights are all well planned?
And how to measure loyalty when its challenge never comes?
And all the wars are fought over there and we've got the biggest guns
Oh, an enemy that's in the hand is worth twenty over there