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
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's the prediction
I'll betcha it's Friction
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
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