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
Is Uncle Sam watching you, too?
I'm running on strange ways, yeah
Strange days...
Strange days...
Strange ways...
'Cause we're living in strange days...
Strange ways...
Strange ways...
You've got strange ways...
Strange ways...
Living in strange days...
Surrounded by strange ways...
Yeah, strange ways...
Stop it, strange ways...
Stop it, strange ways...
We live in strange...
