Texty: Duncan Sheik. Varying Degrees Of Con-artistry.

Promised cures for everyman
Snake oil and circuses
You can get to Heaven, yes you can
So judge the books by their surfaces

And someone's taking care of business
The market place is doing fine
As long as 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 see it all the time
It's all just varying degrees of con-artistry
But no one seems to mind, no one seems to mind