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