The Emperor has no Clothes

The Emperor has no Clothes

To ride the wave you will have to learn how to go under,
Atlantis is sinking,
To see the Wizard of Oz behind the curtain,
Fly over the rainbow.

The Emperor has no Clothes.

To fly again you must burn it right down to the ashes,
the Phoenix is rising,
To read the hidden lines and reveal the source code,
Please swallow the red pill...

The Emperor has no clothes on...

I blow the smoke from my imaginary finger gun,
Pistols at dawn, I'm aiming for the sun,
Dressed to the nines, twinkling with menace,
Feeling bigger than the Christ-man,
A master, not apprentice.

Looking at you with your over considered hair,
The undateable smile, the illegal stare,
God help us all, a plague of woes,
Can't you see that the Emperor has got no Clothes.