The Plagiarists Lyrics

When the knell sounds

We'll be called to account

And to justify

All the time that we've wasted ironing the emperor's new clothes

The cuckoo's are repeating,

'I know it all, I know.'

Just an echoing parody passing it's dross off as gold

I know

I know

Well, I know

Of that stylish chapel

Where the plagiarists babble

And smoke

I know

Of that great, worm-ridden apple

Yeah, the parasite's addle-brained host

I know

With trend-setting arrogance

Fashionable mannequins take their turns

They're all blank and ridiculous, wrapped in thick blankets of smoke

Now their mockingbird's singing,

'I know it all. I know.'

It's a pompous, preposterous, grotesquely meaningless joke

Well, I know

Of that stylish chapel

Where the plagiarists babble

And smoke

I know

Of that great, worm-ridden apple

The parasite's addle-brained host