Come here... Closer...Who do you?
Who do you think you are?
Some kind of super star?
We'll seeWhere do you?
Where do you think you are?
That shit won't get you far
With meYou'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 robes
So bloody perfect
But everybody knows
They're just so petrified that the emperor has no clothesJust so you know
That's how it goesYou're bad
You're bad for my health
Because you make me sick
You prickDon't you know?
Don't you know who I am?
You know I'd like your face
To kick
If your lips are moving I know you must be lying
You even suck the life out of dyingYou look so perfect
But everybody knows
They're petrified to say the emperor has no robes
So bloody perfect
But everybody knows
They're just so petrified that the emperor has no clothesThe house of cards are falling
Luck is running thin
Father forgive him, being a punk is not a sinYou look so perfect
But everybody knows
They're petrified to say the emperor has no robes
So bloody perfect
But everybody knows
They're just so petrified that the emperor has no clothesYou 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
