The Spoils of the Spoiled

There was honor among the thieves
The only truth I could believe
But, when the lies applied to me and mine
They're better left unsaid

We could write the hit parade
Outside The Masquerade
The headache comes in tidal waves
The spoils of the spoiled
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 over, it's overwhelming

There's a proper place and time
Though the bags under your eyes
They don't lie
They don't lie
They don't lie