The Church - Friction

I knew it musta been some big set-up All the action just would not let up It's justa little bit back from the main road Where the silence spreads and the men dig holes I begin to spin the tale You complain about my diction It gives me friction It gives me friction But I like 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 a-crashin' in What is it, what's the prediction?I'll bet you it's friction I'll bet you it's friction But I like friction How'd the snake get out of the skin?All it took was a little friction Stop this head motion and set sail You know all us boys gonna wind up in jail And I don't wanna grow up It's too much contradiction And too much friction And too much friction I'm crazy about friction F - r - i - c - t- i - o - n Friction Friction