"Busted bad and dusted boy, your mind's a terrible thing" Said the man with a dirty hand who claimed that he was king The chokin' angels from inside, tryin' to make them sing 'Cause your short of breath an' close to death from sleepin' on the wing 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 A Mr. Innocent Blood and said he kills but just for love Too bad the good ones always have to take your blame Hey, sharp tongue liar, make all pay in a bed of fire Too bad your dreams are always made of losin' games, loser 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 I want to, but I want to But my hands are always tied up Ah, yes indeed But I want to, I want to, I want to But my hands are always tied up Ah, dirty king But I wish I had myself a dime For every time I cursed your goddamn name Ah, Miss Clean, yeah Oh, motor Sweatin' on the line, doin' forty, wastin' time Ain't it funny how that money rots your brain? Ah, put your soul on trial 'cause you lost it all to a tiny vial Look in the mirror when you tell me whose insane, who? Dirty king, dirty king, now you're strapped in for the ride So hard to be a fighter when your hands are always tied But I want to, but I want to, but I want to But my hands are always tied up Ah, yes indeed But I want to, I want to, I want to But my hands are always tied up Ah, dirty king But I wish I had myself a dime For every time I cursed your goddamn name Ah, Miss Clean, yeah Your soul in a battle of dope © SONY/ATV SONGS LLC; LORD OF MISRULE; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com