Elvis Costello, All This Useless Beauty

Good Friday arrived, the sky darkened on time
‘Til he almost began to negotiate

(…)

Nonsense prevails, modesty fails
Grace and virtue turn into stupidity
While the calendar fades almost all barricades to a pale compromise
And our leaders have feasts on the backsides of beasts
They still think they’re the gods of antiquity
If something you missed didn’t even exist
It was just an ideal — is it such a surprise?

Porque o génio existe.