The Clothes That Makes the Man

In the room walks a man
Made of stone, burning hand
Hungry for blood, his only goal
He vows to cut your head
What he wears, how he bears
His soul, he’s dressed to kill
The groove to crush and destroy
Determined, he’s possessed
Every once in a while
A man comes around to swap the deck of cards
To shock the world, to claim the crown
To turn your head around
And his job ain’t done 'til his voice is heard
His message clear, spreading the word
He’s come to dig the dirt, your grave
Presents your judgment day
What you gotta understand the most
Is the story behind the clothes
The clothes that makes the man
Lights go down, curtains raised
The crowd anticipates
Electric pulse now fills the room
The fire circulates
Show’s begun, time has come
No turning back around
The stage is what he calls his home
A platform for the war
Every once in a while
A man comes around to swap the deck of cards
To shock the world, to claim the crown
To turn your head around
And his job ain’t done 'til his voice is heard
His message clear, spreading the word
He’s come to dig the dirt, your grave
Presents your judgment day
What you gotta understand the most
Is the story behind the clothes
The clothes that makes the man
Yeah
Whoa yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Whoa yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Out the door walks a man
On the top where he stands
Now everybody follows suit
He’s dubbed the people’s champ
Underdog beat the odds
He came and burned the lot
The man, the myth, the legend
He fights one more round
What you gotta understand the most
Is the story behind the clothes that makes the man