Come here,
Closer…
Who do you,
Who do you think you are?
Some kind of super star?
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 robes.
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'd 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 robes.
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 robes.
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.