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
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
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