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