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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 (one of these days Mr. Con Man the con man is gonna fall) (interlude) 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 (chorus) SongtexteAnd may he likes likes his building plans to show affection to him mate and when he sleeps, she goes through his things and finds it all ....cheap....(chorus) Just another calm con man! (repeat over and over) (Ends with some hard to understand words talking about the Con man) Aus Songtexte Mania