Из альбома: Snakes & Ladders
Well, you call yourself the keepers of good taste
You're the self-appointed leaders of elite, but that's so misplaced
You think you are so independent, and left wing
But you're all just looking at eachother if you like the right thing
And sometimes I feel like a child that cries out: ''Please think for
Yourself, he is naked! ''
You're just too scared to admit you can't see
But why on earth would you fake it
Look out, there he goes
But nothing really shows
We're all looking at the emperor's new clothes
Well, I hate to be the bearer of bad news
But it's all friends and politics that lead to all the rave reviews
And it's about time to throw the king of his thrown
You use your taste as a status symbol, but it's not even your own
And sometimes I feel like a child that cries out: ''Please think for
Yourself, he is naked! ''
You're just too scared to admit you can't see
But why on earth would you fake it
Oh, look out, there he goes
But nothing really shows
We're all looking at the emperor's new clothes
Music's no knife, no knife
No music's no knife, no knife
No, it's a spoon, a shiny spoon
Music's no knife, no knife
No music's no knife, no knife
No, it's a spoon, a shiny spoon
And sometimes I feel like a child that cries out: ''Please think for
Yourself, he is naked! ''
You're just too scared to admit you can't see
But why on earth would you fake it
Look out, there he goes
But nothing really shows
We're all looking at the emperor's new clothes
We're all looking at the emperor's new clothes
We're all looking at the emperor's new clothes