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]