I knew it must've 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 (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 come a-trackin' 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 its skin?
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)
We're both crazy 'bout friction (friction)
F-R-I-C-T-I-O-N

(Friction)
(Friction)
(Friction)

Copyright: Rocking Gorillas Music Ltda
Writer(s): Tom Verlaine