Lyrics:

The mime's conceit has conquered over real beauty
Grinning from a mask of hollowed bone
Where a human is somewhere to be found
But where, I don't know

And things couldn't be better

From behind the halls we cannot pass
Hear the muffled traces of a boyish laugh
Hear the monster screaming, 'What have I become?'
Before his looking-glass

And things couldn't be better
And things couldn't be better

This is one fine life, this is one fine wine
This is one fine wife, this is one fine lie
This is one fine life, this is one fine wine
This is one fine wife, this is one fine lie
This is one fine life, this is one fine wine
This is one fine wife, this is one fine lie

And things couldn't be better
And things couldn't be better

They are the best, the best, the best, the best
They are the best, the best, the best, the best
They are the best, the best, the best, the best
They are the best, the best, the best, the best