Television — Friction

[Verse 1] I knew it must've been a-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 [Chorus] 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!) [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus:] Something come a-tracking in What is it? What's the prediction? I'll bet you it's friction (Friction!) I'll betcha it's friction (Friction!) I'll bet you it's friction (Friction!) [Verse 3] How does a snake get out of its skin? Here's a depiction... Oh, stop this head motion, set the sails You know all us boys gonna wind up in jail [Chorus] 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 [Outro] (Friction!) (Friction!) (Friction!)