You're the emperor's new horseDon't smell like a roseSo you take more drugs than meAnd specialise in being unhappyLike a moth into the flameYeah, I've been burnt beforeLet's rub his ashes on my skinAnd some day we will winIn this time, there are those who rob us blindIn this time they sing throughSing through golden teethBring on the newI'm guilty too, someday maybe I'll learnWhat's your fucking name?Don't look too concernedDon't abondon truthIn this time there are those who rob us blindIn this time they sing throughSing through golden teethBring on the newBeing angry is your gameOverdosing's part of fameSo you read all this French symbolist poetryYou don't even get it on the fucking BBCI don't really care no moreBoring out the doorI don't know what's trueIt don't affect youThat's the right damn [Incomprehensible] aboveIn this time, there are those who rob us blindBring on the newIn this time, they sing throughSing through golden teethBring on the new meatBring on the new meatBring it, bring it, new meatBring on the new meatBring it on, babyBring, bring, bring on the new meat, baby