There was honor among the thieves   The only truth I could believe   But, when the lies applied to me and mine   The 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