| Well, I killed my dad | |
| In a con gone bad | |
| Nearly drank myself to death | |
| But when he died he said | |
| Lou had the cake | |
| So I caught a bus headin' west | |
| I saw the numbers running through a small cafe | |
| And I knew | |
| I'd find my | |
| Uncle Lou | |
| That's when | |
| Ed stepped up | |
| He said pick a card | |
| Shape the con before it shapes you | |
| Who sent ya'? | |
| Sam fuckin' | |
| Peckinpah | |
| Yeah who sent ya'? | |
| Who sent ya'? | |
| Who sent ya'? | |
| Sam fuckin' | |
| Peckinpah | |
| Yeah who sent ya'? | |
| Now I met my uncle for the very first time | |
| And he sent me on a con with | |
| Ed So we came callin' on his girl | |
| Diane A blone girl dressed in red | |
| I guess pigeon dropping was the name of the game | |
| And I had to pay my dues | |
| Well fun time | |
| Family fun was the plan | |
| Shape the con before it shapes you | |
| Who sent ya'? | |
| Sam fuckin' | |
| Peckinpah | |
| Yeah who sent ya'? | |
| Who sent ya' baby girl? | |
| Sam fuckin' | |
| Peckinpah | |
| Yeah who sent ya'? | |
| Sam Peckinpah tried to choke | |
| Eddie out | |
| But he cut him from ear to ear | |
| Then he grabbed old | |
| Lou said "We fuck now" | |
| On his face a twisted jeer | |
| He took old | |
| Lou to the same cafe' | |
| Eddie couldn't have been much higher | |
| When he tied him up | |
| It was his intent | |
| To put his head in that deep fryer | |
| Well, Diane told me | |
| I tackled | |
| Ed As we did a little wiggle and dance | |
| When we were done | |
| Ed got a hot head | |
| WELL VIVA | |
| LA FUCKIN' | |
| FRANCE MAN! | |
| Someone tryin' to kill me man? (They're trying to kill you Eddie) | |
| The fucking eggars(?) | |
| Someone tryin' to kill me man? (They're trying to kill you Eddie) | |
| The fucking eggars(?) | |
| Guess they may be friends(for Ed)(?) (All fuckin' summer long sugar) | |
| Who sent you? | |
| Sam fuckin' | |
| Peckinpah | |
| Yeah who sent ya'? | |
| Who sent ya' baby girl? | |
| Sma fuckin' | |
| Peckinpah | |
| Yeah who sent ya'? | |
| You shape the con or | |
| It'll shape you | |
| You shape the con | |
| You shape the con or | |
| It'll shape you | |
| You shape the con | |
| Praise fucking | |
| God!(?) |