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
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
Lyrics submitted by nottinspiral
Directing Traffik Lyrics as written by Craig Douglas Gill Clinton David Boon
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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