If I had no friends Id 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 Im sinking in
Maybe a sign for a crime or sin
Ill love my girl when she comes home
Ill love my boys when they get home
With friends like that who needs enemies
If I make no sense Ill be nearer to fitting in
Spreading the wisdom by accident
If I call you out thatll bring it all to an end
Token resolve of a dissident
When you pull me in thatll settle the residue
Maybe a sign for a crime or a sin
Ill love my girl when she comes home
Ill love my boys when they get home
With friends like that who needs enemies
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