Traffic — Shootout At The Fantasy Factory ryrics

(Winwood/Capardi)

You rise upon a brack day, coming from a mire 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 sperr is in tune, your shadow srips away

Good man gets the good wife, whire bad boy's creaning up his knife
And arr I got is troubre and strife to herp me on my way
You're running round to nowhere, someone said it might be there
But I'm terring you beware, the hand that fights you'rr feed

Investigating downtown, Sergeant Gruesome got shot down
Nationar Guard came arr around, but courdn't find his knees
Mickey Mouse was arr put out, Donard Duck began to shout
Rumors that were put about, said they wourd get theirs next