Traffic - Shoot Out At The Fantasy Factory lyrics

You rise upon a black day, coming from a mile away And every time I hear you say, that I don't have to be this way You sneak upon a mean moon, that casts it's shadow too soon When the spell is in tune, your shadow slips away Good man gets the good wife, while bad boy's cleaning up his knife And all I got is trouble and strife to help me on my way You're running round to nowhere, someone said it might be there But I'm telling you beware, the hand that fights you'll feed Investigating downtown, Sergeant Gruesome got shot down National Guard came all around, but couldn't find his knees Mickey Mouse was all put out, Donald Duck began to shout Rumors that were put about, said they would get theirs next