Con

Smiles so you can see
The pearly sharp, the father hat
Move me with a bag of smiles
Denture lip with the pitches
Not now the crying thing
Thieving the sales mean nothing
Sign the paper please
Signing the leather lease
Con
Pass the con through me
Con
Throw it long
Thieving you’ve never seen
Exhaust eater the mother, wife
Lay here like an open desert
Shine, see the same Sinatra hat
Con
Pass the con through me
Con
Throw it long
Lost scene, little come between
Exhaust eater, the silver elixir
Brought it in with a bag of smiles
Denture lip with the bitches
Another thing
Last scene with a friend of mine
Other drug I took somewhere
I’ll sing to a room in drag
Conned you right?
They’re in the light again
Conned you right there in the light again
In the block around friends who care
In the block, all the best refer to…
Con
Pass the con through me
Con
Throw it long
The con job
The con job