Senor Limpio

“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 you’re 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 strapped 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

Yes indeed

But I want to, I want to, 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

Sweating on the line, blowing 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 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, I want to, I want to

But my hands were always tied up

Yes indeed

But I want to, I want to, 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