The Spoils Of The Spoiled Lyrics

	作曲 : Pryor
	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

	zuo qu : Pryor
	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

	zuò qǔ : Pryor
	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

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