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The Church Lyrics

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my lyricsbox
get ringtone
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

Friction, friction, friction
Friction, friction, friction
This song is from the album "A Box Of Birds".