Artist: The Church
Song: 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
