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 Some time 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 madmen thrive You're sewing up your death shroud 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 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 In a world of laughter where the madmen thrive You're sewing up your death shroud 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 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 Man