Busted flat and dusted boy your mind's a terrible thing

said the man with the 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 kills just for love

too bad the good ones always have to take your 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 are always tied up, yes indeed

but I want to, I want to, I want to but my hands are always tied up, dirty king

but I wish I had myself a dime for everytime I cursed your goddamn name...

Mr. 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 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 are always tied up, yes indeed

but I want to, I want to, I want to but my hands are always tied up, dirty king

but I wish I had myself a dime for everytime I cursed your goddamn name...

Mr. Clean



Sold with a bottle of dope (??)