Busted Flat And Dusted Boy Your Minds 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
It's 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
To Bad Your Dreams Are Always Made Of Losing Games

Dirty King, Dirty King Now You're Strapped In For The Ride
It's So Hard To Be A Fighter When Your Hands Are Always Tied

But I Want To But My Hands Were Always Tied Up
Yes Indeed
But I Want To But My Hands Were Always Tied Up
Dirty King
But 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
Its So Hard To Be A Fighter When Your Hands Are Always Tied
But I Want To But My Hands Were Always Tied Up
Yes In Deed
But I Want To But My Hands Were Always Tied Up
Dirty King
And I Wish I Had Myself A Dime For Every Time
I Cursed Your Goddamn Name...Mister Clean