Is there a king that can do no wrong   When I play my fiddle-will I see you dance   The crown that sings its very own song   You crack the whip-and I'll break the lance      CHORUS   You make me feel so proud and sure   You make me feel like an emperor   So secure from the familiar   Uncommon sense is the great leveller   An emperor-we need you   An emperor-we need you   Best to flatter the devil-than fight him      The weak heart hidden-in weaker sin   An occupation is as good as land      In you I have a kingdom in the palm of my hand   CHORUS   Even a speckle of sand         Can be dangerous in the right hand   Don't want to be no inflexible flake   If I'm standing too brittle-I know that I'll break   And all the doors-I broke inot   And all the doors-I opened for you   And lift the hammer-lift the curse   I've seen too many crack at the seams   The chance to put heaven back on earth   I need the wonder of all my wet dreams      CHORUS   Little fears keep us in chains      And throw away thoughts, flushed down the drains   Sweet poetry      CHORUS   -------------------------------------------------------