Shoot Out At The Fantasy Factory

You rise upon a black day

Coming from a mile away

And every time I hear you say

I don't have to be this way

You sneak upon a mean moon

That casts it's shadow too soon

And when the spell is in tune

Your shadow slips away

Good man gets the good wife

Shoot Out At The Fantasy Factory - Traffic

While bad boy's cleaning up his knife

And all I got is trouble and strife

Just to help me on my way

You're running 'round to nowhere

Someone said it might be there

When the spell is in tune

Your shadow slips away

You're quick in getting downtown

Sergeant Gruesome got shot down

National Guard came all around

But they couldn't find his knees

Mickey Mouse was all put out

While Donald Duck began to shout

And when they do what was put about

They would get theirs next