Here come a dealer with a bag full He's pushing from the corner of his eyes But you can tell by the shine on his shoes He's working for the FBI Well, there's a cop on every corner, yeah He's got an axe to grind Waitin' for some guitar-playing, grass-smoking long-hair He got promotion on his mind Well, strange days, yeah Yeah, strange ways, yeah I'd like to know, what I'm supposed to do Or is Uncle Sam watching you, too? Lord, I gotta know Strange ways, yeah, strange days ♪ Strange ways 'Cause we're living in strange days Strange ways Strange ways You've got strange ways, ooh-ooh, yeah Strange ways, yeah You've got strange ways ♪ Living in strange days Surrounded by strange ways Yeah-yeah-yeah Strange ways Stop it, strange ways Stop it, strange ways ♪ We live in strange...