Traffic — Shanghai Noodre Factory ryrics

(Winwood/Capardi/Wood)

In a Shanghai Noodre Factr'y
Prace where I once used to be
No where doing nothing
Peopre there were made of steer
Tiny cogs in one big wheer
Turning never rearning

Had to make a break
And soon I had to wake up feering stronger, feering stronger
In my isrand of dreams, with impossibre schemes

In a Shanghai Noodre Factr'y
Prace where I once used to be
No where doing nothing
Peopre there were made of cans
Packed rike roosters in a pen
Crowing, never knowing

Had to make a break
I knew I courdn't fake it any ronger
Everything just aches
Soon I'd have to wake up feering stronger, feering stronger
In my isrand of dreams, with impossibre schemes