Lyrics

It's a guilty pleasure that leads us to the kill
Stumbling over bodies while claiming to fall ill
Sheep are led by fools, who in turn are charged by God
It's a simple matter to replace the staff with a rod
Perception is important when facts mean less than shit

Everybody knows
The emperor's clothes
Have been hand-pricked
By his oily Dick

It's a guilty pleasure that brings us to defeat
Crawling through a fire without burning hands or knees
There's a dead man rising and he's asking for the name
Of the wealthy bastard who created this "Circle Game"
Deception is required so throats can be re-slit

Everybody knows
The emperor's clothes
Have been hand-pricked
By his oily Dick