You're one mean stripper with a microphone. And I'd respect you more if you just took off your clothes, yeah. You're a waste of free minutes and a dance routine.
If you ain't got no wings. And if you ain't the king. And you can't make it rain. Hell no, you can't heal my pain. . If you ain't got no chains. And if you ain't got a cage.
Like dust in the wind sand slips through your fingers. Similar to shattered dreams that still linger. Trying to succeed in whatever you do. But the failures of the past seem to laugh and mock you.