(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



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

Yes, you'll have to ask politely

Yes, you'll have to ask






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