The New Amsterdams все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

There was honor among the thieves, the only truth I could believe.
But, when the lies applied to me and mine it's better left unsaid.
We could write the hit parade outside The Masquerade.
The headache comes in tidal waves, 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.