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