Lyrics:

One more for the collection

you've got on your wall

paint it in the frame until

you hire out a little stall

and on a few,

you've got to laugh

as you inscribe

his autograph...

they are the ones that

everybody chooses

beautiful excuses

Closing in on targets

in an open sight

each one spins around you

and around you like a satellite

just take one down

when times are tough

a diamonetta in the rough

they are the ones that

everybody chooses

beautiful excuses

Always tragic perfect bait

they grip you as they captivate

twist, but do not fabricate

then imply they implicate

you get thirsty; while you wait

a demonstrator demonstrates

that you've run out of

holy water, dude



Your works of art are

hanging in the Parthenon

but where's the only one who

ever bothered to take you on

you can't explain

why that one's gone

until you put your finger on

whatever it accuses

beautiful forgery

such beautiful excuses

all you ever wanted someone

who refuses

beautiful