Sleeping on the wing 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 you're 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 Too bad your dreams are always made of losing games Dirty king, dirty king now you're shrapped in for the ride, It's 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 Sweating on the line doing 40 wasting time Ain't it funny how that 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 kingm dirty king now you're 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 cleanTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
