Fall of the World's Own Optimist by Aimee Mann

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 is 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

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