Friction

I knew it musta been some big set up

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

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 down

What's the prediction

I'll betcha it's Friction

Stop this head motion set the sails

You know all us boys gonna wind up in jail

I don't wanna grow up

There's too much contradiction