The Emperor

Come here... closer...

Who do you...
Who do you think you are?
Some kind of superstar? We'll see!

Where do you...
Where do you think you are?
That shit won't get you far, with me

You're just so dashing
You marvel at the sound
Of your own voice as you crash into the ground

You look so perfect
But everybody knows
They're petrified to say the emperor has no clothes

So bloody perfect
But everybody knows
They're just so petrified, that the emperor has no clothes

Just so you know
That's how it goes!

You're bad...
You're bad for my health
Because you make me sick, you prick

Don't you know...
Don't you know who I am?
You know I like your face, to kick

If your lips are moving, I know you must be lying
You even suck the life out of dying

You look so perfect
But everybody knows
They're petrified to say the emperor has no clothes

So bloody perfect
But everybody knows
They're just so petrified, that the emperor has no clothes

The house of cards are falling, luck is running thin
Father forgive him, being a punk is not a sin

You look so perfect
But everybody knows
They're petrified to say the emperor has no clothes

So bloody perfect
But everybody knows
They're just so petrified, that the emperor has no clothes

You look so perfect, perfect
The emperor has no clothes
So bloody perfect, perfect
The emperor has no clothes

You look so perfect, perfect
The emperor has no clothes
So bloody perfect, perfect
And everybody knows...
Except you