Shoot Out At The Fantasy Factory lyrics
by Traffic
You rise upon a black day, coming from a mile awayAnd every time I hear you say, that I don't have to be this wayYou sneak upon a mean moon, that casts it's shadow too soonWhen the spell is in tune, your shadow slips awayGood man gets the good wife, while bad boy's cleaning up his knifeAnd all I got is trouble and strife to help me on my wayYou're running round to nowhere, someone said it might be thereBut I'm telling you beware, the hand that fights you'll feedInvestigating downtown, Sergeant Gruesome got shot downNational Guard came all around, but couldn't find his kneesMickey Mouse was all put out, Donald Duck began to shoutRumors that were put about, said they would get theirs next
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