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He's just another con-man sitting on a hill |
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You see him at bull fight, closest to the kill |
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He lives up in a tower, sells dream to the poor |
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No matter how he gets 'em, he always wants some more |
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He said he was a rocker, said he was lost and never found. |
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Said that she should pity him after he forced her to the ground. |
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She lost one of two jobs lost her home too. |
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Yeah you're just a back home con and he's getting rich off of you [Chorus:] |
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But the talk's so cheap, we're gonna smoke him out |
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But he rolls so deep, high above the crowd |
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And, he hide his face, up high on a wall |
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But you just wait, one of these days, one of the con-men is gonna fall |
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Con-boy, soon to be a man |
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He like his toast and butter, he like his jam |
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He gonna make a black out but keep his collar white |
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He gonna bring the books to a boil and tell you it's good and fine [Chorus] |
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And may he likes likes his building |
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Plans to show affection to his mate |
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And when he sleeps, she goes through his things |
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And finds it all .... |
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Cheap, we're gonna smoke him out |
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But he rolls so deep, high above the crowd |
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And, he hide his face, up high on a wall |
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But you just wait, one of these days, one of the con-men is gonna fall |
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Just another calm con man! [repeat over and over] |