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
But I dig friction
You know I'm crazy about 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