I had a vision of the Corrupt Man

the clouds were parting

and the sky was cyan



Pulled off the main road

cause my wheels were warm

I'm shifting down

the lights are cherry

I just can't begin

with an open hand



I started talking to the Man O'Grace

I said - HEY GOD

COULD YOU TAKE

YOUR FOOT OFF MY FACE

And in His eyes I was just like Him

I guess I was only dreaming again



But you make me feel

like I'm the King O' the Road

and I need you to ride beside me



Someone take this Crown that is my head

then you play the King cause I'll be dead

I will take this Crown O'Laffs from my head

cause I just can't end with an open hand



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