Apparaît dans
Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Tom Verlaine
Guitare
Billy Ficca
Batterie
Richard Lloyd
Guitare
Fred Smith
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Tom Verlaine
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Tom Verlaine
Production
Jim Boyer
Assistance d’ingénierie
Andy Johns
Production
Greg Calbi
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Jimmy Douglass
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Lee Hulko
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Randy Mason
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Paroles
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
(Friction)
(Friction)
(Friction)
Writer(s): Tom Verlaine
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