Dirty Material - Larry Wilde, George Burns

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