Con Man - Dispatch

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

And 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)