Lyrics:

Dirty man thinks he can get away with it Not too bright where's the light The occupant of his mind Clean man, dirty thoughts should know better After time he will find That things don't work out his way And if he were to be the public enemy If he were to be the public enemy And made a part of his - Hey Made a part of his - Hey Made a part of history Like I was born on Saturday Got buried on Sunday Thought I'd never get caught Feel like I just got married And divorced in the one day And it's not my fault And it's not my fault Now I've thrown it all away And I have nowhere to go Blind man, can't you see what you've become All you made didn't pay Now you're outside to dry On the run, thought you could get away with it Not too bright where's the light The occupant of his mind Chorus