Shoot Out At The Fantasy Factory

You rise upon a black day Coming from a mile away And every time I hear you say I don't have to be this way You sneak upon a mean moon That casts it's shadow too soon And when the spell is in tune Your shadow slips away Good man gets the good wife While bad boy's cleaning up his knife And all I got is trouble and strife Just to help me on my way You're running 'round to nowhere Someone said it might be there When the spell is in tune Your shadow slips away You're quick in getting downtown Sergeant Gruesome got shot down National Guard came all around But they couldn't find his knees Mickey Mouse was all put out While Donald Duck began to shout And when they do what was put about They would get theirs next