| 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 [Chorus:] | |
| 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 | |
| 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 [Chorus] | |
| And may he likes likes his building | |
| Plans to show affection to his mate | |
| And when he sleeps, she goes through his things | |
| And finds it all .... | |
| 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 | |
| Just another calm con man! [repeat over and over] |