The Man, the Myth lyrics

[Verse 1]
This is it, the man, the myth, the make your chest ache
The enigmatic, egomaniac the lips say
I’m drawing pictures of a psychopath at a young age
I partake in promoting a killer with good taste

[Verse 2]
Just look at the hair and the face and the smile and the suit and his suitcase
Sit with the robbers and jobbers and f*ckers, the model for toothpaste
But have you seen
He’ll make a stripper scream
Washing her money with syco-phonies and a bloody handkerchief
But he′s a hero to me or has been
He's a has been
Papers came out when I were 20
News about his fence
He washed his money with a notion of penance
Words with the mob and all the leaders of the G7
Even he would kill his way to heaven
Temper up to eleven

[Refrain]
Protected by the powers in session
Protected by the powers in session
Protected by the powers in session