Friction

I knew it must've been some big setup
 All the action just would not let up
 It's just a little bit back from the main road
 Where the silence spreads and the men dig holes
 I start to spin the tale
 You complain of my diction
 You give me friction (friction)
 You give me friction (friction)
 You give me friction (friction)
 My eyes are like telescopes
 I see it all backwards, but who wants hope?
 If I ever catch that ventriloquist
 I'll squeeze his head right into my fist
 Something comes tracking in
 What is it? What's the prediction?
 I'll bet you it's friction (friction)
 I'll bet you it's friction (friction)
 I'll bet you it's friction (friction)
 How does a snake get out of its skin?
 Alright, here's a depiction
 Oh, stop this head motion, set the sails
 You know all us boys gonna wind up in jail
 Well, I don't wanna grow up
 There's too much contradiction
 And too much friction (friction)
 But I dig friction (friction)
 You know I'm crazy 'bout friction (friction)
 F-R-I-C-T-I-O-N
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