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 holesI start to spin the tale

You complain of my dictionYou give me friction

You give me friction

You give me frictionMy 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 fistSomething coming tracking in

What is it, what's the prediction?I'll betcha, it's friction

I'll betcha, it's friction

I'll betcha, it's friction

Idol snake, get out of that skin

Here's a bit of DixonStop 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 contradictionAnd too much friction

But I dig friction

You know I'm crazy about friction

F R I C T I O NFriction

Friction

Friction

Friction

Friction