Song | The Spoils Of The Spoiled |
Artist | The New Amsterdams |
Album | Worse For The Wear |
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 |
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 |