Con Man

He's just another con-man sitting on a hill

You see him at bull fight, closest to the kill

He lives up in a tower, sells dream to the poor

No matter how he gets 'em, he always wants some more

He said he was a rocker, said he was lost and never found.

Said that she should pity him after he forced her to the ground.

She lost one of two jobs lost her home too.

Yeah you're just a back home con and he's getting rich off of you

But the talk's so cheap, we're gonna smoke him out

But he rolls so deep, high above the crowd

And, he hide his face, up high on a wall

But you just wait, one of these days, one of the con-men is gonna fall

Con-boy, soon to be a man

He like his toast and butter, he like his jam

He gonna make a black out but keep his collar white

He gonna bring the books to a boil and tell you it's good and fine

But the talk's so cheap, we're gonna smoke him out

But he rolls so deep, high above the crowd

And, he hide his face, up high on a wall

But you just wait, one of these days, one of the con-men is gonna fall

And may he likes likes his building

Plans to show affection to his mate

And when he sleeps, she goes through his things

And finds it all ....

Cheap, we're gonna smoke him out

But he rolls so deep, high above the crowd

And, he hide his face, up high on a wall

But you just wait, one of these days, one of the con-men is gonna fall

Just another calm con man! ...