Guiding Light
Television
5:33I 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)