Graveyard BBQ - The Clothes That Makes The Man lyrics

Come on! 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 k** 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