You rise upon a black day, coming from a mile away   And every time I hear you say, that I don't have to be this way   You sneak upon a mean moon, that casts it's shadow too soon   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 to help me on my way   You're running round to nowhere, someone said it might be there   But I'm telling you beware, the hand that fights you'll feed      Investigating downtown, Sergeant Gruesome got shot down   National Guard came all around, but couldn't find his knees   Mickey Mouse was all put out, Donald Duck began to shout   Rumors that were put about, said they would get theirs next