The Emperors New Clothes

We've seen it before, the high-flying act Is it manic delusion or a statement of fact That hot fevered brow, them bright shining eyes The hand on the heart, those self-serving lies It's an ancient tradition but everyone knows Them gaudy old rags are the emperor's new clothes We've heard it before, your ego parade You're always so sure, a hollow charade You promise the moon, an' squander the earth The only person you fool is yourself It's an ancient condition but everyone knows Those gaudy old rags are the emperor's new clothes We've seen them before, those crocodile tears The well should'a run dry, it's been so many years You throw us a bone, then ask for it back The only thing you own, you stole from our backs It's an ancient religion, but everyone knows Those gaudy old rags are the emperor's new clothes Them gaudy old rags are the emperor's new clothes