Strange Days

Here come a dealer with a bagful He's pushing from the corner of his eyes But you can tell by the shine on his shoes He's working for the FBI Well there's a cop on every corner, yeah He's got an axe to grind Waiting for some guitar playing, grass smoking longhair He got promotion on his mind Well strange days, yeah Yeah strange ways I'd like to know what I'm supposed to do Or is Uncle Sam watching you too? Lord, I've gotta know Strange ways, yeah strange days Oh strange ways cos we're living in strange days Strange ways, strange ways You've got strange ways, ooh yeah Strange ways, yeah You've got strange ways Living in strange ways Surrounded by strange days Yeah yeah yeah, strange ways Stop it, strange ways Stop it, strange ways