Golden earing - Con man

Titel: Con man
Artist: Golden earing

He split the racket, to operate on his own
\n He set them up, stripped them & then he was gone
\n He's a Robin Hood of a new century
\n If you're rich & dumb, you bleed, boy
\n Con man's got a bloodhound nose for flaws
\n Profits from both sides of the law
\n I feel sympathy for his philosophy
\n If you're clever you can beat them all
\n Sister, tell your mister - to hold on to his change
\n Hustler, call him hustler - Con man rides again
\n Bandits, he's the bandits - settin' up a frame
\n Sister, tell your mister - to hold onto his brains!
\n Con man's mastermindin' on a brand new heist
\n Blueprintin' through the secret files
\n Your tune ain't gonna be so nice
\n When he gets through with you
\n There's just one thing left to do...
\n Cause he'll take it away
\n One money hungry night
\n Your longs 're gonna be his guidin' lights
\n He'll be foolin' us all if we don't watch out
\n Leavin' his lies - spreadin' doubts all about!
\n Con man's got a bloodhound nose for flaws
\n Profits from both sides of the law
\n I feel sympathy for his philosophy
\n If you're clever you can beat them all
\n Sister, tell your mister - to hold on to his change
\n Hustler, call him hustler - Con man rides again
\n Bandits, he's the bandits - settin' up a frame
\n Sister, tell your mister - to hold onto his brains!
\n Con man's mastermindin' on a brand new heist
\n Somebody's in for a big surprise
\n Your wrongs're gonna be his rights
\n When a pro's at a con - he's the devil's son
\n Cause he'll take it away, etc.
\n He's the devil son
\n Sometimes I think I'm gonna study that game
\n Be a Con man myself some day
\n Just one thing botherin' me
\n I might be conning myself - by the way...
\n It's a quarter past five, and that's no lie
\n I'm glad we're all still alive, goodbye now
\n Look out, he's spreadin' those doubts all about
\n He's the devil son
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