Lyrics - Turtle's Head by 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

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