Tekst:
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 headache comes in tidal waves, 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 The cycle comes around again 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
