Emperor's New Clothes

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