The Empire's New Clothes Lyrics

Roll up, let's make a start

The Empire's had a change of heart

We want to order a new set of threads

Made of sunbeams, good vibes and big feather beds

So call the lawyers

Call the priests

Call the doctor, I feel ill-at-ease

We'll measure twice then cut it up thrice

We don't need experts, we know our rights

The Empire's got it's new clothes

You can see that it shows

So reach out, touch it

Feel it with your hands

The Empire is a miracle man

We had parades through the blessed streets

Showed our teeth and our shining cheeks

And everyone agreed we'd escaped the freaks

With their science, logic and well-run mystique

The Empire's got it's new clothes

You can see that it shows

So reach out, feel it

Running through your hands

The Empire is a dream of a man

The days are short, the nights are long

The ink is dry on a poisoned song

It's costing the Earth and leaching the land

We got ashes in our mouths and ruins in the sand

The Empire's got it's new clothes

And you can see that it shows

So reach out, touch it

But be sure to wash your hands

The Empire is a dirty old man