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'' Honour Among Thieves ''
It's one of the greatest myths of all time,
Truth is it's a blatant lie,
The very concept should be classed as a crime,
As in reality this doesn't apply.
Al Capone did it to his colleagues and friends,
A gangster's aim in life is to fleece,
Their abuse of hypocrisy never ends,
Yes it's even rife among police.
They pay out our cash for information,
To those who commit the deeds,
It's really a form of degradation,
But they would argue they have needs.
The vast majority of crooks who get caught,
Are informed on by their own kind,
The police and the press can also be bought,
But to this fact they prefer to remain blind.
They all stick together united as one,
That's what they expect you to swallow,
Truth is when all is said and done,
Every one of these statements is hollow.
Throughout their history it has been shown,
The pen is mightier than the sword,
If I write one a cheque the truth will be known,
They'll do anything to rake in a reward.
They have no morals, for others they don't care,
That is the law in their jungle,
To portray them as honourable just isn't fair,
In fact it's one major bungle.
They are all blatant liars who live a dishonest life,
Honest peoples lives they disrupt,
Their victims are then forced to live with the strife,
Each and every one of them is corrupt.
From gangsters and crooks to fiddling politicians,
When one's jailed there'll be none of them grieves,
Honesty was never one of their traditions,
Neither is,
‘' Honour Among Thieves ‘'
Truth is it's a blatant lie,
The very concept should be classed as a crime,
As in reality this doesn't apply.
Al Capone did it to his colleagues and friends,
A gangster's aim in life is to fleece,
Their abuse of hypocrisy never ends,
Yes it's even rife among police.
They pay out our cash for information,
To those who commit the deeds,
It's really a form of degradation,
But they would argue they have needs.
The vast majority of crooks who get caught,
Are informed on by their own kind,
The police and the press can also be bought,
But to this fact they prefer to remain blind.
They all stick together united as one,
That's what they expect you to swallow,
Truth is when all is said and done,
Every one of these statements is hollow.
Throughout their history it has been shown,
The pen is mightier than the sword,
If I write one a cheque the truth will be known,
They'll do anything to rake in a reward.
They have no morals, for others they don't care,
That is the law in their jungle,
To portray them as honourable just isn't fair,
In fact it's one major bungle.
They are all blatant liars who live a dishonest life,
Honest peoples lives they disrupt,
Their victims are then forced to live with the strife,
Each and every one of them is corrupt.
From gangsters and crooks to fiddling politicians,
When one's jailed there'll be none of them grieves,
Honesty was never one of their traditions,
Neither is,
‘' Honour Among Thieves ‘'
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`` Honour Among Thieves ``
`` Honour Among Thieves ``
