There's no charity in you and that surprises me
I guess I thought you were a golden idol cause I called you majesty
On the balustrade you watched me hunt for
Tips I was obliged to pick up from the passing trade
Hey, kids--look at this it's the fall of the world's own optimist
I could get back up if you insist but you'll have to ask politely
Cause the eggshells I've been treading couldn't spare me a beheading
And I'll know I had it coming from a Caesar who was only slumming
Hey, kids--look at this it's the fall of the world's own optimist
Well, I could have objections which you could override
But what's the point--we're only flogging the horse
When the horseman has up and died
Once I testified and swore I'd never leave a stone unturned
I bet you're really glad that I lied
Hey, kids--look at this it's the fall of the world's own optimist
I could get back up if you insist but you'll have to ask politely
yes, you'll have to ask politely
yes, you'll have to ask