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

Specialize in being unhappy

Like a moth into the flame

Yeah, I’ve been burnt before

Lets rub his ashes on my skin

And someday we will win, whoo

In this time

There are those who rob us blind, well

In this time

They sing through, sing through golden teeth

Bring on the new

I’m guilty, too

Someday, maybe I’ll learn

What’s your fucking name?

Don’t look too concerned

Don’t abondon truth, wow

In this time

There are those who rob us blind, whoo

In this time

They sing through, they sing through golden teeth

Bring on the new

Being angry is your game

Overdosing’s part of fame

So you read all this french symbolist poetry

You 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

Bring on the new

In this time

They sing through, sing through golden teeth

Bring on the new meat

Bring on the new meat

Bring on the new meat

Bring on the new meat

Bring it on, baby

Bring, bring, bring on the new meat, baby