Filthy Game

In the town where all men stole And everything that could was took Him from him and Her from her From silver plates to books Along comes a stranger A kind and honest man Who'd rest his head at night While others stole all that they can And every night this happened And every night another spared Of walking up to find their belongings No longer there This domino effect left a strange Shift in the town For some men better off And others Further, further down The stranger who at first With his kind and honest heart Found himself in a dilemma That tears all good men apart With no way left to live Without a pen to write his name He snuck out in the night And joined on in their filthy game.