Strange Days

Come a dealer with a bag full

He's pushing from the corner of his eyes

What you can tell form the shine of his shoes

He's working for the F.B.I

Where there's a cop on every corner

Yeah, he's got an axe to grind

Waiting for some guitar playing, grass smoking, long hair

He's got promotion on his mind

Strange days, Lord, Lord...

Strange ways

Oh... Strange ways

I'd like to know

What I'm supposed to do

No it's not for sale watchin' you two

Strange...

Strange days

Strange ways

Strange days

Strange days... Lord, Lord...

Strange days

Strange ways

I'd like to know

What I'm supposed to do

No it's not for sale watchin' you two

Strange...

Strange days

Strange ways

Strange days