Crown of Laffs

I had a vision of the corrupt man
The clouds were parting and the sky was cyan
Turned out the man looked ‘cause my wheels
Were warm I’m shifting down, the lights are
Turning, I just can’t begin with an open hand

I started talking to the man of brass
I said, hey cop could you take
Your foot off my face?
And in his eyes I was just like him
I guess I was only dreaming again
She makes me feel like I’m the king

Of the road and I need you to ride beside me
Someone take this crown against my head
And babe, you’ll play the king, ‘cause I’ll be dead
I’ll just take this crown of Laffs from my head
‘Cause babe I just can’t end with an open hand