Lyrics Shoot Out At the Fantasy Factory (Live) - 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
Attention! Feel free to leave feedback.