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
Nightlife's  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  emperor's  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  Pinocchio's  nose
As  we  walked  around  in  the  emperor's  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  we'd  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  emperor's  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  Pinocchio's  nose
As  we  walked  around  in  the  emperor's  new  clothes