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You rise upon a black day
Coming from a mile away
Every time I hear you say
That I don't have to be this way

You sneak upon a mean moon
That casts it's shadow too soon
When the spell is in tune
Your shadow slips away

The good man gets the good wife
While bad boy's cleaning up his knife
And all I got is trouble and strife
To help me on my way

You're running 'round to nowhere
Someone said it might be there
But I'm telling you beware
The hand that fights you'll feed

Investigating downtown
Sergeant Gruesome got shot down
National Guard came all around
But couldn't find his knees

Mickey Mouse was all put out
Donald Duck began to shout
Rumors that were put about
Said, they would get theirs next