(study for a portrait of) Napolean In Rags

(Ooh) (Ooh) (Ooh) (Ooh) I walked along the crimson tract So far from home dear in just my head With only a view of encircling crows And whence they've come forth god only knows Oh, I've become Napoleon in rags My hat is off and it's held between my hands A nothing sum is exactly what I have But someday soon I hope I'll wear the finest of threads For now, I'm Napoleon in rags They prey the whole world on things I have found When killing's bereaved art deforms a noun So have since they won't spot the dead in the ground Oh Singin' ooh Napoleon in rags My hat is off and it's held between my hands A nothing sum is exactly what I have Oh but someday soon I hope I'll wear the finest of threads For now, I'm Napoleon in rags Don't be lonely, don't be sad Take your hands down Infuse them black Aim the bright lights at the rows of all who you know and what you've had The undertow brings me to land The barren winds are bound to blow Oh Tread the light that's fading Am I something that you'd die for? Will I miss the parts amazing in your time? Or do I have a heart that's fading It's true I've nothing you can count for Hope I'm bowing, bought and sailing I won't deny I won't deny I won't deny (Ooh) So I sing a sad song alone tonight (Ooh) Thinking you were probably somebody's only light (Ooh) Singin' ooh (Ooh) Napoleon in rags Oh (Ooh) Napoleon in rags (Ooh) (Ooh) (Ooh) (Ooh) (Ooh) (Ooh) (Ooh) (Ooh) (Ooh)

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Feb 25, 2026