From these fences and fields, well I
Get the feel that I don’t know Real from Reality
And once I stop making deals, then I
Sequence the squeals and I start to steal your security

From the box to the beat, where ya
Worked your feet till ya tried to meet your material
And with the sand in the street, that ya
Tried to sweep but ya only reaped your residual

So, what is friction?
And what keeps holding me down —
But keeps on begging me to sound out your inscription?
And, what is friction?
Yeah, it keeps holding me back —
But keeps on begging me to ask for your description
Yeah, what is…?

From the goose to the gown, that we
Tried to drown but we couldn’t down your complexity
And from the edges of town, where we
Tried biting down and we couldn’t crown your obscenity

But, what is friction?
Yeah what keeps holding me down —
But keeps on begging me to sound out your inscription?
Yeah, what is friction?
Yeah, it keeps holding me back —
But keeps on begging me to ask for your description
And, what is…?

From these fences and fields, well I
Get the feel that I don’t know Real from Reality
And once I sequence the squeals, then I
Stop making deals and I start to steal your security

Oh, what is friction?
Yeah, what keeps holding me down —
But keeps on begging me to sound out your inscription?
And, what is friction?
Yeah, it keeps holding me back —
But keeps on begging me to ask for your description
And, what is…?