Is there a king that can do no wrong

The crown that sings its very own song

When I play my fiddle-will I see you dance

You crack the whip-and I'll break the lance

CHORUS

You make me feel like an emperor

You make me feel so proud and sure

So secure from the familiar

Uncommon sense is the great leveller

An emperor-we need you

An emperor-we need you

Best to flatter the devil-than fight him

The weak heart hidden-in weaker sin

An occupation is as good as land

In you I have a kingdom in the palm of my hand

CHORUS

Even a speckle of sand

Can be dangerous in the right hand

Don't want to be no inflexible flake

If I'm standing too brittle-I know that I'll break

And all the doors-I broke inot

And all the doors-I opened for you

I've seen too many crack at the seams

I need the wonder of all my wet dreams

The chance to put heaven back on earth

And lift the hammer-lift the curse

CHORUS

Little fears keep us in chains

And throw away thoughts, flushed down the drains

Sweet poetry

CHORUS