Emperor's New Horse

The Cult

You're the Emperor's new horse

You don't smell like a rose

So you take more drugs than me

Specialise in being unhappy

Like a moth into the flame

Yeah I've been burnt before

Rub his ashes on my skin

And some day we will win



In this time, there are those who rob us blind

They sing through golden teeth

Bring on the new meat



I'm guilty too

Maybe someday I'll learn

What's your fucking name?

Don't look too concerned

Don't abondon truth



In this time, there are those who rob us blind

They sing through golden teeth

Bring on the new meat



Being angry is your game

Overdosing's part of fame

So you read all this french symbolist poetry

Don't even get it on the fucking BBC

I don't really care no more

Boring out the door

I don't know what's true

It don't affect you

That's right damn lies above

In this time, there are those who rob us blind

They sing through golden teeth

Bring on the new meat



Bring on the new meat

Bring it on, baby bring it on