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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