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