Dirty Money-Born Cages

I used to live the dream Dirty money would flock to me But now I'm left to wash society And the limousines that used to drive me around I used to fight the night The dice was loaded for me A Jesus Christ, a light in the sky and a key But now it's dark and I can barely see the ground If I could turn back time I would make my honor mine Wouldn't sell it for a car, a girl, two girls or even nine But now I'm left with nothing Not a dollar or a little something Not a little bit of pride, of hope, or faith in mankind I used to feel, and I used to dream of what I could be It gave me fuel to want to work on me But I got dragged into the material world So now I'm cynical I can't feel anything at all I'm just another king without a crown Waiting for his kingdom come to put him down If I could turn back time I would make my honor mine Wouldn't sell it for a car, a girl, two girls or even nine The lions feed their souls on the sun And take the throne in the coliseum If I could turn back time I would make my honor mine Wouldn't sell it for a car, a girl, two girls or even nine But now I'm left with nothing Not a dollar or a little something Not a little bit of pride, of hope, or faith in mankind