Your Enemies are Your Friends
by Lady Annys Bradwardyn

SCA bad habits start when one is far too young
Addiction, booze, sedatives, coffee on the tongue,
One night sex and arguments and people hurling dung,
And you find that your enemies are your friends, are your friends
You find that your worst enemies are your friends.

When night is old and everyone is drunk with all their might,
The folk you hate are red eyed as they glare across the light,
But then they go defend you from some jerk who starts a fight,
And you find that your enemies are your friends, are your friends
You find that your worst enemies are your friends.

You find them fascinating as they mock the crude and weak, 
And Oscar Wilde would quite adore the nasty way they speak,
And then you overhear then trashing you, like YOU’RE a geek,
And you find that your enemies are your friends, are your friends
You find that your worst enemies are your friends.

You give them lovely presents and your heart is warm and light,
You gaily laugh together when the wine is cool and bright,
They give your man a taste of sin and drag him out of sight,
And you find that your enemies are your friends, are your friends
You find that your worst enemies are your friends.

You’re engaged in hearty argument with someone who’s an ass,
You slag them to their face and you think they have no class,
Then you find they think you’re GREAT and have gone to fill your glass,
And you find that your enemies are your friends, are your friends
You find that your worst enemies are your friends.

So think before you drink when you go out on the town,
For someone great might grow aware of when you put them down,
And you may find you’ve put your faith in someone who’s a clown,
And you’ll find that your enemies are your friends are your friends,
You might find that your worst enemies are your friends.