senor limpio - corrosion of conformity

 "busted bad and dusted boy, your mind's a terrible thing"

 said the man with a dirty hand who claimed that he was king

 the chokin' angels from inside, tryin' to make them sing

 'cause your short of breath an' close to death from sleepin' 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

 a mr. innocent blood and said he kills but just for love

 too bad the good ones always have to take your blame

 hey, sharp tongue liar, make all pay in a bed of fire

 too bad your dreams are always made of losin' games, loser

 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, but i want to, but i want to

 but my hands are always tied up

 ah, yes indeed

 but i want to, i want to, i want to

 but my hands are always tied up

 ah, dirty king

 but i wish i had myself a dime

 for every time i cursed your goddamn name

 ah, miss clean, yeah

 oh, motor

 sweatin' on the line, doin' forty, wastin' time

 ain't it funny how that money rots your brain?

 ah, put your soul on trial 'cause you lost it all to a tiny vial

 look in the mirror when you tell me whose insane, who?

 dirty king, dirty king, now you're strapped in for the ride

 so hard to be a fighter when your hands are always tied

 but i want to, but i want to, but i want to

 but my hands are always tied up

 ah, yes indeed

 but i want to, i want to, i want to

 but my hands are always tied up

 ah, dirty king

 but i wish i had myself a dime

 for every time i cursed your goddamn name

 ah, miss clean, yeah

 your soul in a battle of dope