Powderfinger - Turtle’s Head lyrics

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