Vārdi:
Edwin Mccain Honor Among Thieves

of gold And so for all of you I say, don't miss the forest for all the trees And don't ever question Honor Among Thieves The undergrowth has parted now

Tim he was a good friend Yea was a brother of mine We were imaginary comic book superheroes Kids wasting time We were prisoners of our youth We were

Thirty Pieces of silver screen Deep inside our souls How did we betray our imagination Watching our futures unfold Without a whisper for fear of intrusion