Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Emperor's New Clothing, artist - Sage Francis. Album song Sick of Waiting Tables, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2000
Record label: Strange Famous
Song language: English
Emperor's New Clothing |
I listen for secrets hidden in whispers… in the winter time |
And catch them tickling my whiskers… colliding with wind chimes |
The kind that send shivers… up and down tingling spines |
Thinking time could stretch if… |
we’d spin a design inside our web that would catch drifts |
The type that blow out birthday candles before we make our death wish |
I’m waiting for a message in my calling so I’m checking my voice mail, |
and I’m answering machines with man-made dreams. |
Man made bandaids to cover up the seams. |
The cover-up seems to only work if the wound never opens up or bleeds. |
Beads of sweat form above the eyes of a heathen Emperor |
Who won’t get on his feet and step outside into the freezing temperature |
He wants to adjust the global thermostat |
But he’s so remote… and you can’t control the world like that |
Come to find these eggs ain’t even golden. |
I see depreciation in the family jewels the Queen is holding. |
That broken marriage was fixed. |
It happened when her feet were frozen. |
She still remains to be the only one who’s seen the Emperor’s new clothing… |