Sleeping on the wing
Busted flat and dusted boy your mind's a terrible thing
Said the man with a dirty hand who claimed that he was king
Choking angels from inside trying to make them sing
Cause your short of breath and close to death from sleeping on
The wing
Dirty king, dirty king now your strapped in for
The ride- its so hard to be a fighter when
Your hands are always tied.
Mr. Innocent blood says he kills but just for love
Too bad the good ones always have to take the blame
"hey" sharp tongue liar making pay in a bed of fire
Too bad your dreams are always made of losing games
Dirty king dirty king now your strapped in for
The ride, its so hard to be a fighter when your hands are always tied.
But I want to I want to I want to but my hands were always tied up
But I want to I want to I want to but my hands were always tied
And I wish I had myself a dime for every time I cursed your
Goddamn name...
Mister clean
Sweatin' on the line doin' 40 wasting time
Ain't it funny how dat money rots your brain
Put your soul on trial cause you lost it all to a tiny vial
Look in the mirror when you tell me who's insane
Dirty king dirty king now your strapped in for
The ride, it so hard to be a fighter when your hands are always tied.
But I want to but my hands are always tied up
But I want to I want to I want to but my hands were always tied up
But I wish I had myself a dime for every time I cursed your
Goddamn name..
Mister clean