The mime's conceit has conquered over real beauty
Grinning from a mask of hollowed bone
Where a human is somewhere to be found
But where I don't know And things couldn't be better
From behind the halls we cannot pa**
Hear the muffled traces of a boyish laugh
Hear the monster screaming "What have I become?"
Before his looking-gla** And things couldn't be better
This is one fine life
This is one fine wine
This is one fine wife
This is one fine lie And things couldn't be better
They are the best