Inspiral Carpets - 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 hes 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 traffik 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 madman thrive Youre sewing up your death shroud from the inside