Written by Duncan Sheik and Simon Hale



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 hold it in our arms
It’s all just varying degress 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 hold it in our arms
It’s all just varying degress of con-artistry
But no one seems to mind

No one seems to mind


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