It's at times such as this she'd be tempted to spit    If she wasn't so ladylike    She imagines how she might have lived    back when legends and history collide    So she looks to her prince finding he's so charmingly    slumped at her side    Those days are recalled on the gallery wall    And she's waiting for passion or humour to strike    What shall we do, what shall we do with all this useless beauty?    All this useless beauty       Good Friday arrived, the sky darkened on time    'Til he almost began to negotiate    She held his head like a baby and said "It's okay if you cry"    Now he wants her to dress as if you couldn't guess    He desires to impress his associates    But he's part ugly beast and Hellenic deceased    So she finds that the mixture is hard to deny       Chorus       She won't practice the looks from the great tragic books    That were later disgraced to face celluloid    It won't even make sense but you can bet    If she isn't a sweetheart or plaything or pet    The film turns her into an unveiled threat       Nonsense prevails, modesty fails    Grace and virtue turn into stupidity    While the calendar fades almost all barricades to a pale compromise    And our leaders have feasts on the backsides of beasts    They still think they're the gods of antiquity    If something you missed didn't even exist    It was just an ideal -- is it such a surprise?       Chorus (x2)