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Golden Earring

Con Man

 

Con Man

(album: Contraband - 1976)


He split the racket, to operate on his own
He set them up, stripped them and then he was gone
He's a Robin Hood of a new century
If you're rich and dumb, you bleed, boy
Con man's got a bloodhound nose for flaws
Profits from both sides of the law
I feel sympathy for his philosophy
If you're clever you can beat them all

Sister, tell your mister, to hold on to his change
Hustler, call him hustler, Con man rides again
Bandits, he's the bandits, setting up a frame
Sister, tell your mister, to hold onto his brains

Con man's masterminding on a brand new heist
Blueprinting through the secret files
Your tune ain't gonna be so nice
When he gets through with you
There's just one thing left to do
Cause he'll take it away
One money hungry night
Your longs are gonna be his guiding lights
He'll be fooling us all if we don't watch out
Leaving his lies, spreading doubts all about

Con man's got a bloodhound nose for flaws
Profits from both sides of the law
I feel sympathy for his philosophy
If you're clever you can beat them all

Sister, tell your mister, to hold on to his change
Hustler, call him hustler, Con man rides again
Bandits, he's the bandits, setting up a frame
Sister, tell your mister, to hold onto his brains
Con man's masturbating on a brand new heist
Somebody's in for a big surprise
Your wrongs are gonna be his rights
When a pro's at a con, he's the devil's son
Cause he'll take it away
One money hungry night
Your longs are gonna be his guiding lights
He'll be fooling us all if we don't watch out
Leaving his lies, spreading doubts all about
He's the devil's son, he's the devil's son

Sometimes I think I'm gonna study that game
Be a Con man myself some day
Just one thing's bothering me
I might be conning myself, by the way
It's a quarter past five, and that's no lie
I'm glad we're all still alive, goodbye now
Look out, he's spreading those doubts all about
He's the devil, son

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