There was honor among the thieves,
the only truth I could believe.
But, when the lies applied to me and mine
it's better left unsaid.
We could write the hit parade
outside The Masquerade.
the spoils of the spoiled.
The lines of history became the scenery.
It's strictly an accessory,
an image to uphold.
But, it's all in fun and sin
until someone calls it in.
But, I'm older now,
and don't you know,
I've figured out
the antidote.
It overwhelms,
engulfed in smoke.
It's all we can to cope.
Goddamn these idle hands
as hindsight can.
Our hopes and plans
are unfulfilled.
It's overwhelming.
There's a proper place and time
though the bags under your eyes,
they don't lie.
- 专辑：Worse for the Wear
- 歌手：The New Amsterdams
- 歌曲：The Spoils of the Spoiled