(The) Fall Of The World`s Own Optimist — текст песни (Elvis Costello)

(Elvis Costello/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

CHORUS:
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

CHORUS

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