I'm the man, oh, the man
I'm the man, hmmm, the man
I'm the man, a man who has nothing
I came here with nothing
I'll leave these spaces with naught of a thing
I'm the man, oh, the man
I'm the man, man, man
Who has nothing to lose
A dangerous enemy to choose
The thing is
You lost touch with your feelings
And you say you make choices by those
A lion got no one responsible close
You made me a monster
You left me to rot in the dark
Too good is too perfect, ah
Too rotten is too nasty, ah
The thing is
You lost touch with your feelings
And you say you make choices by those
A lion got no one responsible close
You made me a monster
You left me to rot in the dark
Too good is too perfect, ah
Too rotten is too nasty, ah
