Текст песни
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
Just look at his hair and his face and his smile and suit and his suit case
Sit with the robbers and jobbers and fuckers, the model for toothpaste
But have you seen?
He'll make a stripper scream
Washing their 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 mob and all the leaders of the G7
Even he would kill his way to heaven
Temper up to eleven
Protected by the powers in session
Protected by the powers in session
Protected by the powers in session