Friction - Live in San Francisco 1978

This is called "Friction"
(Alright, yeah)

It musta'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)
Give me friction (friction)
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 (friction)
I'll betcha it's friction (friction)
I'll betcha it's friction
Slick, way out of skin
It's friction

Stop this head motion, set the sails
All us boys are gonna wind up in jail

I don't wanna grow up
There's too much contradiction

Too much friction (friction)
A high light friction (friction)
I'm crazy 'bout friction (friction)
Oh, I can see DOA

Friction
Friction
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