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