Enemy?

 

Why is he my enemy?
That man that looks the same as me
The clothes we wear are much alike
And we both ride a motorbike
We each think ourselves the cream
Of the worlds motorcycle scene
We drink in similar biker bars
Our music tastes not far apart...
Punch for punch and pound for pound
With head held high we stand our ground
The same, for all the world to see
So why is he my enemy?
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Why is he my enemy?
That man that talks the same as me
Of battles fought and epic rides
Of conquered women, truth and lies
Of loyalty and brotherhood
And motorcycles bad and good
Of wheels and tyres and oil leaks
Or exhaust pipes and custom seats
We talk of sex and drugs and beer
To all the world outside its clear
I could be him or he be me
So why is he my enemy?
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Why is he my enemy?
That man that thinks the same as me
Who needs no god to guide his way
Won’t be told what to do or say
Who just wants to be left alone
To live the life that is his own
We independent misfit kind
Are bound to others of same mind
In defence from that world outside
That wouldn’t care if we all died
Who hate all those that would be free
So why is he my enemy?
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I know why he’s my enemy
That man that is the same as me
It’s just the words upon his back
And how ridiculous is that
So wonderful would be the sight
Should all the one percent unite
To ride free for eternity
Legion for all the world to see
That roar would echo down through time
Though it’s all just a dream of mine
At least I know that man I see
Is not really my enemy