Promised cures for everyman

Snake oil and circuses

You can get to heaven, yes you can

So judge the books by their surfaces



Someone's taking care of business

The market place is doing fine

As long as there's no witness

How can there be a crime



The illusion is lasting

Such beautiful masking

We all hold it in our arms

It's all just varying degrees of con-artistry

But no one seems alarmed

No one seems alarmed



I'll promise love without end

I'll believe myself, if I can

And like a baby soft and helpless

I won't ask questions



The illusion is lasting

Such beautiful masking

We see it all the time

It's all just varying degrees of con-artistry

But no one seems to mind



No one seems to mind