The Fall of the Worlds Own Optimist - 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 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