Strange Days

Here come a dealer with a bag full

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

Waitin' for some guitar-playing, grass-smoking long-hair

He got promotion on his mind

Well, strange days, yeah

Yeah, strange ways, yeah

I'd like to know, what I'm supposed to do

Or is Uncle Sam watching you, too?

Lord, I gotta know

Strange ways, yeah, strange days

Strange ways

'Cause we're living in strange days

Strange ways

Strange ways

You've got strange ways, ooh-ooh, yeah

Strange ways, yeah

You've got strange ways

Living in strange days

Surrounded by strange ways

Yeah-yeah-yeah

Strange ways

Stop it, strange ways

Stop it, strange ways

We live in strange...