The Aristocratic Swells - Beulah

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