Promised cures for everyman Snake oil and circuses You can get to heaven, yes you can So judge the books by their surfaces
Someone's taking care of business The market place is doing fine As long as there's no witness How can there be a crime
The illusion is lasting Such beautiful masking We all hold it in our arms It's all just varying degrees of con-artistry But no one seems alarmed No one seems alarmed
I'll promise love without end I'll believe myself, if I can And like a baby soft and helpless I won't ask questions
The illusion is lasting Such beautiful masking We see it all the time It's all just varying degrees of con-artistry But no one seems to mind
No one seems to mind
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