Powderfinger

Turtles Head

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