Directing Traffik

                                  I read it in a book in school

I read it with 'Janet and John'

No matter how you know the man

You can't trust what he's on

Sometime later when he's on his own

What once was muscle is now bone



I see a skull on a stick

I see a skeleton with skin

I'm getting by just the best I can

While you're directing traffic



You can't judge a man by his skin

Or a book by the cover it's in

But I can't help feel it's true

The devil's got a hand on you



In a world of laughter

Where the ? life

Showing up ?

From the inside



I see a skull on a stick

I see a skeleton with skin

I'm getting by just the best I can

While you're directing traffic



I see a skull on a stick

I see a skeleton with skin

I'm getting by just the best I can

While you're directing traffic