Hear the poet show off,
Tell me when you got enough,
Some words that tickle your ears,
The rescue from all your fears.
Might be you're a believer,
Might be you're a deceiver,
Might be you just talk a lot,
All words of flesh will rot.
The skull of the poet is empty, and you know it,
Speaking words of a silvery tongue,
Showing off some flesh well hung, oh yeah,
Oh yeah, alright.
Try on the Emperor's new clothes,
See how confusion grows,
How about showing some love?
How about receive from above?
Loving the golden throne built of flesh and bone,
The endless stream of words keeps seducing the world.
The words of the poet are empty, and you know it,
Offering you a purple rose,
Sticks it up in your nose, oh yeah,
Oh yeah, alright.
Oh, stare at me with those cracked-up eyes,
Who're you fooling with your cheap crap lies?
Oh, shut your mouth, enough's been said,
You high-strained voice just left me dead,
You only wish was, all along, you'd love the crowd to sing your song,
Oh yeah, baby, oh.
See the poet cry, hear the poet lie,
Sweet lies, and we don't mind,
Blind leading the blind.
The words of the poet are empty, and you know it,
Offering you a purple rose,
Sticks it up in your nose, oh yeah,
Oh yeah, alright.
