The Church Follow

I knew it must've been some big set-up
All action just would not let up
It's just a little bit back from the main road
Where the silence spreads and men dig holes

I begin to spin the tale
You complain about my diction
It gives me friction, it gives me friction
But I like 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 a-crashin' in
What is it? What's the prediction?
I'll bet you it's friction, I'll bet you it's friction
But I like friction

How'd the snake get out of the skin?
All it took was a little friction

Stop this head motion and set sail
You know all us boys gonna wind up in jail

And I don't wanna grow up
It's too much contradiction
And too much friction, and too much friction
I'm crazy about friction
F R I C T I O N

Friction, friction, friction
Friction, friction, friction