No Honor Amongst Thieves Songtext
von Aurelio Voltaire

Well, hello there fancy man, I′m sure you understand
You've got something I need
That map there in your hand
Well, it′s part of my master plan
And I must insist that you place in my fist

There's no honor amongst thieves
It is a symptom of the disease
And if we find a friend down on his knees
We'll pick up, and shake him down, and take just what we please (yo-ho)

Well, take old Bruce, his doing fine
His whole entire village was wiped out in ′69, did it bury them? Ha
Well, no, of course
He stole a sack of someone′s back, and he looted every corpse

There's no honor amongst thieves
It is a symptom of the disease
And if we find a friend down on his knees
We′ll pick up, and shake him down, and take just what we please (yo-ho)


Now, look at Vergil, he's quite a card
He met a girl, they fell in love, and she handed him her heart
Well, he′s still got it, home in a jar
And he turned a pretty penny selling all her other parts

There's no honor amongst thieves
It is a symptom of the disease
And if we find a friend down on his knees
We′ll pick up, and shake him down, and take just what we please

There's no honor, so say we
We aren't assassins who have a creed
No, we′re just filthy low-down scum and sleaze
And we won′t rest until the best you've got belongs to me (no, me)
Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

In the hall of thieves we stood, and we took the oath
I don′t remember what I swore 'cause someone stole the scroll

There′s no honor amongst thieves
It is a symptom of the disease
And if we find a friend down on his knees
We'll pick up, then shake him down, and take just what we please


There′s no honor, so say we
We aren't assassins who have a creed
No, we're just filthy low-down scum and sleaze
And we won′t rest until the best contents of every treasure chest
All belong to me (no me, no me, no me)
It all belongs to me