Friction - Echo & the Bunnymen

I knew it musta been some big set-up

All the action just would not let up

It’s justa little bit back from the main road

Where the silence spreads and the 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

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Friction

Friction