Template:The Fall Of The World's Own Optimist
The Fall Of The World's Own Optimist
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
(Repeat 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