Napoleon In Rags

Actor takes a bow on a deserted stage

To an absent crowd, it's closing night

Before an angry mirror in a dressing room

The more he tries, the more he fights, the more he seems to lose

His life is on the line, so try and understand

When they let the curtain down

Let's all clap our hands for Napoleon in rags

Poet writes his lines, just a train of thought

Imprisoned by his rhymes, sold to rock'n'roll

Sticker on a Volvo, messiah Lizard King

Wearin' a crown of thorns, hell, it doesn't mean a thing

His life is on the line, so try and understand

When they let the curtain down

Let's all clap our hands for Napoleon in rags

Shaken by the quake, like a house of cards

Your mansion's just a word, you're just a falling star

Go on and face your Waterloo, 'cause nothing's built to last

And he's faceless, and he's nameless

And he's wordless, and he's blameless

He's the one will never know

His life is on the line, so try and understand

When they let the curtain down

Let's all clap our hands for Napoleon in rags