Con - Spahn Ranch

Smiles so you can see

The pearly sharp, the father hat

Move me with a bag of smiles

Denture lip with the pitches

Not now the crying thing

Thieving the sales mean nothing

Sign the paper please

Signing the leather lease

Con

Pass the con through me

Con

Throw it long

Thieving you’ve never seen

Exhaust eater the mother, wife

Lay here like an open desert

Shine, see the same Sinatra hat

Con

Pass the con through me

Con

Throw it long

Lost scene, little come between

Exhaust eater, the silver elixir

Brought it in with a bag of smiles

Denture lip with the bitches

Another thing

Last scene with a friend of mine

Other drug I took somewhere

I’ll sing to a room in drag

Conned you right?

They’re in the light again

Conned you right there in the light again

In the block around friends who care

In the block, all the best refer to…

Con

Pass the con through me

Con

Throw it long

The con job

The con job