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 boneI 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 trafficYou 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 youIn a world of laughter

Where the [] life

Showing up []

From the insideI 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 trafficI 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

[repeat x1]