Beulah - The Aristocratic Swells lyrics

rate me

Hey mister 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 be so sure We'll put a laugh track on for you, dear A million and one excuses the homes are full of surprise We're all over waiting We're in it for fame And hey smoke hole a nation Repeat the same themes The devil takes a bite out of this here land Every hour on the hour The good kind of suicide, dear The adjectives They pound next to pageants To those who never place To those who come in second A mistress all your lives Our lullabies will never move you to tears The jokes bounce right off you All next to pageants To those who never place To those who come in second A mistress all your life Our lullabies will never move you to tears the jokes bounce right off you like dirty words An anecdote that we share We've told before Our destination's still unknown