The Man The Myth

F#m A D C#7 This is it, the man, the myth to make your chest ache F#m A D C#7 The enigmatic egomaniac the lips say F#m A D C#7 I'm drawing pictures of a psycopath at a young age F#m A D C#7 I partake in promoting a killer with good taste F#m A D C#7 Just look at his hair and his face and his smile and his suit and his suit case F#m A D C#7 Sit with the robbers and jobbers and fuckers, the model for toothpaste F#m A D C#7 But have you seen?! He'll make a stripper scream F#m A D C#7 Washing their money with syco-phonies and a bloody handckerchief F#m A D C#7 But he's a hero to me or has been F#m He's a has been A D C#7 Papers came out when I were 20 F#m A News about his fence D C#7 F#m He washed his money with a notion of penance A D C#7 F#m Words with mob and all the leaders of the G7 A D C#7 Even he would k**l his way to heaven F#m A Temper up to eleven D C#7 F#m A Protected by the powers in session D C#7 F#m A Protected by the powers in session D C#7 F#m Protected by the powers in session