Turtle's Head Lyrics - Double Allergic - 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?