I saw them standing on a corner   Bathed in ordinary light   They turned away and started walkin'   And faded off into the night   Some years ago they were in fashion   Tonight they couldn't get a seat   They've got themselves a brand new history   From Revisionism Street   Written on Revisionism Street      The years of sacrifice and struggle   The arc of stardom's natural course   The inevitable decline   The wolves waiting at the door   "Let's dig up something really nasty"   "Let's get some clay around their feet"   "No ones memory is sacred 'round here   On Revisionism Street"      "We'll never be in the arena"   "Hey, we'll never have to compete"   "We'll never write a classic novel"   "And we'll never have to be discreet!"      Alfred Hitchcock, Isaac Newton   Elvis Presley, Captain Bligh   They're heroic or pathetic   Depending on which book you buy   Charles Dickens, Jackie Gleason   Burn 'em all, turn up the heat   If there's no truth, use innuendo   this is Revisionism Street      "Let's find ourselves some old acquaintance"   "Let's see what they have to say"   "Some disgruntled ex-employee"   "Presto! Payday!"      A tree falls in the forest   A million copies go to print   Some parasitic little feeder   Sits back and makes a mint   Somewhere a baby's softly sleeping   lt's innocence complete   Unaware they're workin' late tonight   On Revisionism Street