Promised cures for every man   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 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 degrees 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 degrees of con-artistry   But no one seems to mind      No one seems to mind