Strange Feelin' In The Air - Ryan Bingham

Well, I’m feelin' strange

In this town

Well, I feel deranged

As I look around

Above and below

I hear these sounds

With nowhere to go

I hit the ground

There’s a strange feelin' in the air

Oppressive minds sit and stare

There’s a strange feelin' in the air

Pointed fingers must beware

Tattoos and chains

Aren’t welcome here

They tell me to pray

Or I’ll go to hell

So rattle them bones

And cook up that spell

Turned into ghost

What’s that smell?

There’s a strange feelin' in the air

Stealin' minds without a care

There’s a strange feelin' in the air

Telling me I must be scared

There’s a strange feelin' in the air

Whispered lies and knocked wood, glass

There’s a strange feelin' in the air

Pointed fingers must beware

Look at my face

It’s blood and tears

A shameless disgrace

For your eyes to fear

Forget my name

I’m a-leavin' here

I’ll be to blame

If I go nowhere

There’s a strange feelin' in the air

Oppressive minds sit and stare

There’s a strange feelin' in the air

Pointed fingers must beware