I had a vision of the corrupt man
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The clouds were parting and the sky was cyan
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Turned out the man looked 'cause my wheels were warm
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I'm shifting down, the lights are turning
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I just can't begin with an open hand
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I started talking to the man of brass
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I said "Hey cop could you take your foot off my face?"
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And in his eyes I was just like him
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I guess I was only dreaming again
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"She makes me feel like I'm the king of the road,
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And I need you to ride beside me...."
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Someone take this Crown against my head
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And babe, you'll play the King, cuz I'll be dead
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I'll just take this Crown of Laffs from my head
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Cuz babe I just can't end with an open hand
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Crown Of Laffs
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| Urge Overkill |
