Friction

(álbum: Marquee Moon - 1977)

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 (Friction)
But I dig 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 down
What is the, what's the prediction?

I'll betcha it's friction (Friction)
I'll betcha it's friction (Friction)
I'll betcha it's friction (Friction)
How does a snake get out of its skin?
Here's a depiction

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

And too much friction (Friction)
But I dig friction (Friction)
Well I'm crazy about friction (Friction)
F-R-I-C-T-I-O-N

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