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