Lyrics:

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 Politely