In the black of the night till the red morning light And I said nah nah hey hey Another dirty bird ain't giving out a taste And I said nah nah hey hey you're givin' all your cinnamon away That's not right Hey hey you're givin' all your cinnamon away You

Kick 'em when they're up Kick 'em when they're down Kick 'em all around Give us dirty laundry I make my living off the evening news Just give me something, something I can use People love it when you lose They love dirty laundry Well, I could've been an

It's fighting back them butterflies It's call it in the air, alright Yes sir, we want the ball And it's knocking heads and talking trash It's slinging mud and dirt and grass It's I got your number, I got your back When your back's against the wall You

In the cold hard dirt that you throw down I don't want to watch you drive away in a black car To a new bar so you can find another Hopeless broken girl in a little black dress And you'll take her break her lay her heart to rest And I don't wanna be

You're dirty, disgusting But I can't get enough of your loving Boy, I hate you, really hate you My momma said I shouldn't date you You cheatin', you lyin', I know that you're hiding two cellphones But boy, right before I say that it's the end You sweet

And they call it democracy I-M-F dirty M-F Takes away everything it can get Always making certain that there's one thing left Keep them on the hook with insupportable debt Padded with power here they come International loan sharks backed by the guns Of

Processed, diluted Virtually unrecognizable I was lost there, no direction A scattered void I'm on to you Your evil game The tables have turned

The race is almost run The days of Pearly Spencer A tenement, a dirty street Walked and worn by shoe less feet Inside it's long and so complete Watched by shivering sun Old eyes in a small child's face Watching as the shadows race Trough walls and cracks

I'm the son of all I've done Impostor, been fostered I will tell you what I can But your mind will take a stand I sing of a greater love Let me know when you've had enough Then my new father drained my dirty blood Then my new father drained my dirty

A hungry mob is a angry mob A pot a-cook but the food na 'nough Rain a-fall the dirt it tough Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na, Them belly full but we hungry A hungry man is a angry man Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na, Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na