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 enemiesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
