The Spoils Of The Spoiled
   ------The New Amsterdams

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.
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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