BEYOND BELIEF by Elvis Costello
History repeats the old conceits,
the glib replies the same defeats,
keep your finger on important issues,
with crocidile tears and a pocket full of tissues,
I'm just the oily slick
on the wind up world of the nervous tick
in a very fashionable hovel
I stand around down to be tortured
you'll never be alone in the bone orchard
this battle with the bottle is nothing so novel
and in this almost empty gin palace
through a 2-way looking glass, you see your Alice
and though you find you fit this identikit completely
you say you have no secrets, then leave discreetly
I might make it California's fault,
being locked in Geneva's deepest vault,
just like the canals upon the Great Barrier Reef
I come to you beyond belief
Her hands were clammy and cunning
She's been suitably stunning
but you know there's not a hope in Hades
All you laddies cat call
and wolf whistle
so called gentlemen and ladies
dog fight like rose and thistle
I gotta feeling,
I'm gonna get a lot of grief,
once this seemed so appealing,
now I am beyond belief
I gotta feeling,
I'm gonna get a lot of grief,
once this seemed so appealing,
now I am beyond belief |
