Top Songs By The Specials
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Specials
Performer
Terry Hall
Vocals
Lynval Golding
Guitar
Horace Panter
Bass Guitar
Nikolaj Torp Larsen
Keyboards
Steve Cradock
Guitar
Kenrick Rowe
Drums
Tim Smart
Trombone
Pablo Mendelssohn
Trumpet
Oli Langford
Violin
Tom Pigott-Smith
Violin
Bruce White
Viola
Ian Burdge
Cello
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Terry Hall
Composer
Lynval Golding
Composer
Horace Panter
Composer
Nikolaj Torp Larsen
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Terry Hall
Producer
Lynval Golding
Producer
Horace Panter
Producer
Nikolaj Torp Larsen
Producer
George Murphy
Engineer
Sophie Ellis
Assistant Recording Engineer
Cenzo Townshend
Mixing Engineer
Rob Sellens
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Frank Arkwright
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
The truth is
It was hate at first sight
Starin' down the barrel of a man
With no real opinions
But with charm oozing from every pore
Just watch him glide across the floor
Does he turn left,
Will he turn right?
Checks himself in the mirror
At least a thousand times a day
It's where truth collides with fiction
He stands before him
The last remaining Gin king of England
Fearless, ruthless, cheerless, clueless
But lookin' like a million dollars (Wow!)
The emperor has got new clothes
He stands accused
Of being socially inept
Some say rude, aloof
Devoid of any real truth
He lives in a world of self-doubt
Self-pity, self-loathing, self-harm
The voices inside his head
Are playing Chinese whispers
As all around him play hide and seek
But don't ask him to put a smile on that face
Or to cheer up
Don't tell him it might never happen
Because you know what
It probably already did
Maybe show him some understanding
Give him time, let him breathe
Let him live, yeah
The emperor has got new clothes
Guess what
The world ended yesterday
Today is just an action replay
And hell is wherever heaven is not
So here I stand
The well informed optimist
Who refuses to turn on
Tune in, and drop out
I refuse to lose control
I refuse to let it wash all over me
I refuse to succumb to what your vision
Of happy should look like
Because it certainly doesn't look like you
And when the sign says stop
That's when I go
Like a clean, mean
Medicated fighting machines
Who's all dressed up
And ready to disco
The emperor has got new clothes
Writer(s): Lynval Golding, Terry Hall, Horace Panter, Nikolaj Torp Larsen
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