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(elvis costello/aimee mann) 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
Chorus: 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
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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
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