The mind's conceit has conquered all the 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 pass   Hear the muffled traces of a boyish laugh   Hear the monster screaming "what have I become?"   Before his looking-glass   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