Come here

Closer...

Who do you

Who do you think you are?

Some kind of super star?

We'll see

Where do you?

Where do you think you are?

That shit won't get you far

With me

You're just so dashing

You marvel at the sound

Of your own voice, as you crash into the ground

You look so perfect, but everybody knows

They're petrified to say the emperor has no robes

So bloody perfect, but everybody knows

They're just so petrified that the emperor has no clothes

Just so you know

That's how it goes

You're bad

You're bad for my health

Because you make me sick

You prick

Don't you know?

Don't you know who I am?

You know I'd like your face

To kick

If your lips are moving I know you must be lying

You even suck the life out of dying

You look so perfect, but everybody knows

They're petrified to say the emperor has no robes

So bloody perfect, but everybody knows

They're just so petrified that the emperor has no clothes

​(Guitar solo - Kiko Loureiro)

​(Guitar solo - Dave Mustaine)

The house of cards are falling

Luck is running thin

Father forgive him, being a punk is not a sin

You look so perfect, but everybody knows

They're petrified to say the emperor has no robes

So bloody perfect, but everybody knows

They're just so petrified that the emperor has no clothes

You look so perfect, perfect

The emperor has no clothes

So bloody perfect, perfect

The emperor has no clothes

You look so perfect, perfect

The emperor has no clothes

So bloody perfect, perfect

And everybody knows

Except you