The Aristocratic Swells

And hey "Mr. For Real," sir, We're in it for fun And have you heard the news, sir? We're in it for free And with a kiss, yeah, you'd be so sure, We'll put a laugh-track on for you, dear, A million and one excuses The homes are full of spies We're all over waiting We're in it for fame And hey, slow coronation, Repeat the same themes Devil takes a bite out of this here land Every hour on the hour The good kind of suicide, dear, The adjectives they Pall next to pageants For those who never place For those who come in second A mistress all your life Our lullabies will never move you to tears The jokes'll bounce right off you All next to pageants For those who never place For those who come in second A mistress all your life Our lullabies will never move you to tears The jokes'll bounce right off you Like dirty words And anecdotes that we share've Been told before Our destination's still unknown --- The Aristocratic Swells - Beulah