Here come a dealer with a bagful
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
Waiting for some guitar playing, grass smoking longhair
He got promotion on his mind

Well strange days, yeah
Yeah strange ways
I'd like to know what I'm supposed to do
Or is Uncle Sam watching you too?
Lord, I've gotta know
Strange ways, yeah strange days

Oh strange ways cos we're living in strange days
Strange ways, strange ways
You've got strange ways, ooh yeah
Strange ways, yeah
You've got strange ways

Living in strange ways
Surrounded by strange days
Yeah yeah yeah, strange ways
Stop it, strange ways
Stop it, strange ways