The Fall of the World's Own Optimist Songtext

von Aimee Mann

There's no charitiy to you
And that surprises me
I guess I thought you were a golden idol
'Cause I called you majesty
On the ballustrade
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 politly
'Cause the eggshells I've been treading
Couldn't spare me a beheading
And I'll know I had it coming
From 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 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 politly
'Cause the eggshells I've been treading
Couldn't spare me a beheading
And I'll know I had it coming
From 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 politly
Yes, you'll have to ask politly
Yes, you'll have to ask politly