Turtles Head - Powderfinger

If I had no friends, I’d have no one to ridicule

So goes the tale of the resident fool

If I clear my space, I could clear it to be with you

Backhanded claims of a resolute

If I call an end to the trouble, I’m sinking in

Maybe a sign for a crime or sin

I’ll love my girl when she comes home

I’ll love my boys when they get home

With friends like that, who needs enemies?

If I make no sense, I’ll be nearer to fitting in

Spreading the wisdom by accident

If I call you out, that’ll bring it all to an end

Token resolve of a dissident

When you pull me in, that’ll settle the residue

Maybe a sign for a crime or a sin

I’ll love my girl when she comes home

I’ll love my boys when they get home

With friends like that, who needs enemies?