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