(Verlaine)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 roadwhere the silence spreads and the men dig holes.I start to spin the taleyou complain of my dictionYou Give M
e FrictionBut I Dig FrictionYou Know I'm Crazy About FrictionMy eyes are like telescopesI see it all backwards: but who wa
nts hope?If I ever catch that ventriloquistI'll squeeze his head right into my fist.something comes tracking down,What's th
e 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 upthere's too much contradiction