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 But now we came callin' on his girl Diane A blonde 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 Said, "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' And Eddie couldn't have been much higher When he tied him up, it was his intent To put his head in that deep fryer
Diane told me,"I tackled Ed As we did a little wiggle and dance When we were done Ed got a hot head Said, "Well viva fuckin' France man"
Someone tryin' to kill me man (They're trying to kill you Eddie) The fucking beggars, go, go
Someone tryin' to kill me man? (They're trying to kill you Eddie) The fucking beggars
I guess they may be friends (All fuckin' summer long sugar)
Who sent you? Sam fuckin' Peckinpah Yeah, who sent ya?
Who sent ya, baby girl? Sam 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
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