The Fall of the World's Own Optimist
  There's no charity in you
  and that surprises me
  I guess I thought you were
  a golden idol
  'cuase 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