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