Shoot Out At The Fantasy Factory - Traffic

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

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