Mark Lenover - The Plagiarists Lyrics
When the knell soundsWe'll be called to accountAnd to justifyAll the time that we've wasted ironing the emperor's new clothesThe cuckoo's are repeating,'I know it all, I know.'Just an echoing parody passing it's dross off as goldI knowI knowWell, I knowOf that stylish chapelWhere the plagiarists babbleAnd smokeI knowOf that great, worm-ridden appleYeah, the parasite's addle-brained hostI knowWith trend-setting arroganceFashionable mannequins take their turnsThey're all blank and ridiculous, wrapped in thick blankets of smokeNow their mockingbird's singing,'I know it all. I know.'It's a pompous, preposterous, grotesquely meaningless jokeWell, I knowOf that stylish chapelWhere the plagiarists babbleAnd smokeI knowOf that great, worm-ridden appleThe parasite's addle-brained host