text: We bet on our lives and we bet on the horses
  In that upstairs apartment
  On Orlando and 4th
  And the rent was due and the rent man was knocking
  Like a Chinese proverb
  We were always searching
  Nightlifes a no-win but nobody noticed
  How we killed off the bottles
  Looking good on the surface
  The dog days barked and the house cat got old
  We were Bonnie and Clyde
  In the emperors new clothes
  And the tears never came
  They just stayed in our eyes
  We refused to admit that we wore this disguise
  Every inch of us growing
  Like Pinocchios nose
  As we walked around in the emperors new clothes
  We flew by our wits and by the seat of our pants
  In the state of illusion
  In the nation of chance
  And the repo was hauling the wreck wed been driving
  As the dashboard Madonna
  Smiled back at us kindly
  We cheated the system never batting an eyelid
  Seeing only the good
  Through the holes in our shoes
  And our halos were rusty but we wore them proudly
  We were two little gods
  In the emperors new clothes
  We were Bonnie and Clyde
  In the emperors new clothes
  Emperors new clothes