They say that you’re my battle buddy
They say that you’re my friend
That I’ll never have to make you answer
To the business end
Of this weapon I was issued
To give terrorists their due
But what if the terrorist is you
I was trained to fight,
To kill and to die
But never thought that I’d be fighting
Someone on my side
If we were taking fire I’d trust you with my life
If we’re alone there’s one hand on my knife
Even if I wore a skirt
And not a uniform
You’d have no, right, to treat me like
You won me in this war
They say we’re on the same team
Wonder when you’ll try to rape me
Maybe you’re the enemy
Maybe you’re the enemy
Oooooooh fuck nooo
Oooooooh fuck nooo
Oooooooh fuck nooo
Oooooooh fuck nooo
Of course you’re in my unit
Of course I know your name
I see you all the places
I go every day
I can’t get away from you
My contract says I’m stuck
All the walls are closing in, I’m … outta luck
Even if I wore a skirt
And not a uniform
You’d have no right to treat me like
You won me in this war
They say we’re on the same team
Wonder when you’ll try to rape me
Maybe you’re the enemy
Maybe you’re the enemy
That deployment we got drunk
You knew I couldn’t tell a soul
Drinking vodka that we got
From some disgruntled joe
I shoulda known I’d wake up
With you taking off my pants
Shoulda known that all you needed was the chance
Even if I wore a skirt
And not a uniform
You’d have no right to treat me like
You won me in this war
We were on the same team
Then you tried to fucking rape me
Now I see you’re the enemy
Now I see you’re the enemy
Oooooooh fuck nooo
Oooooooh fuck nooo
Oooooooh fuck nooo
Oooooooh fuck nooo
They say that you’re my friend
That I’ll never have to make you answer
To the business end
Of this weapon I was issued
To give terrorists their due
But what if the terrorist is you
I was trained to fight,
To kill and to die
But never thought that I’d be fighting
Someone on my side
If we were taking fire I’d trust you with my life
If we’re alone there’s one hand on my knife
Even if I wore a skirt
And not a uniform
You’d have no, right, to treat me like
You won me in this war
They say we’re on the same team
Wonder when you’ll try to rape me
Maybe you’re the enemy
Maybe you’re the enemy
Oooooooh fuck nooo
Oooooooh fuck nooo
Oooooooh fuck nooo
Oooooooh fuck nooo
Of course you’re in my unit
Of course I know your name
I see you all the places
I go every day
I can’t get away from you
My contract says I’m stuck
All the walls are closing in, I’m … outta luck
Even if I wore a skirt
And not a uniform
You’d have no right to treat me like
You won me in this war
They say we’re on the same team
Wonder when you’ll try to rape me
Maybe you’re the enemy
Maybe you’re the enemy
That deployment we got drunk
You knew I couldn’t tell a soul
Drinking vodka that we got
From some disgruntled joe
I shoulda known I’d wake up
With you taking off my pants
Shoulda known that all you needed was the chance
Even if I wore a skirt
And not a uniform
You’d have no right to treat me like
You won me in this war
We were on the same team
Then you tried to fucking rape me
Now I see you’re the enemy
Now I see you’re the enemy
Oooooooh fuck nooo
Oooooooh fuck nooo
Oooooooh fuck nooo
Oooooooh fuck nooo
×
![]()
A few months ago I wrote and recorded “You’re The Enemy,” a song about Military Sexual Trauma (MST), for the non-profit Warrior Songs‘ new compilation album Women At War.
Emily Yates