The Great Naked King

[Verse 1 — The Great Crown]
Some tricksters wandered into town,
Selling fake emperor’s crowns,
Smiling wide with empty hands,
Mumbling words none understands.

They whispered low, “the wise ones see,”
“What’s hidden here in mystery,”
As white hillbillies praised the air,
Swore up and down they saw it there.

[Verse 2 — The Great Goons]
A buffoon tweets from a gilded throne,
While loyal goons praise what ain’t shown,
They bow and swear, “Oh, it’s divine!”
Then clap along in crooked time.

Echoes ring through hollow halls,
Truth gets lost beneath applause,
Every doubt gets dipped in gold,
Every lie gone wild and old.

[Chorus — Blessed Be Fools]
Oh let us laugh at what we see,
The Great Naked King in pageantry,
Wearing nothing but bling-bling,
Oh, if only I was joking.

Oh let us laugh and let it ring,
At paper crowns and cha-ching,
The grandest show of empty things,
All hail the king of nothing.

[Verse 3 — Hello Charlie Chaplin]
’Til one small voice broke through the swing,
Soft and kind like Chaplin would sing,
“This dicktator is a cheat,”
And tender hearts skipped a beat.

A whisper cut through all the noise,
Simple truth with humble poise,
And for a breath the spell grew thin,
Like light was finally let in.

[Bridge — Say no to Complicity]
What a vast hallucination,
Built on fear and fabrication,
Pure race, pure flag, pure vanity,
A costume stitched in complicity.

Pomposity in rigid seams,
An empire built on shattered dreams,
Promises broken, dragged along,
By silent crowds that make it strong.

[Chorus — Blessed Be Fools]
Oh let us laugh at what we see,
The Great Naked King in pageantry,
Wearing nothing but bling-bling,
Oh, if only I was joking.

Oh let us laugh and let it ring,
At paper crowns and cha-ching,
The grandest show of empty things,
All hail the king of nothing.

[Outro — The Fool Worth Being]
It’s a foolish thing, absurd to see,
But(t) why play along with stupidity?
Let’s laugh out loud and break the ring,
And be the fool worth being.