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