The Mighty Have Fallen

Lyrics

We were talking and remarking The mighty have fallen They're knocking 'em down Open season There's just no pleasin' It's practically treason to win in this town I never wanted to be Part of their petite bourgeoisie How low, how low, how low can you go? Bad relations. Sad occasions Unfriendly persuasion. "Just look at the time!" False impressions. Endless questions The least indiscretions are capital crime Though you're important to me You don't get open sesame How low, how low, how low can you go? But you're no better than me Don't tell me how it's meant to be How low, how low, how low can you go?