The act of love . . . is a confession. Selfishness screams aloud, vanity shows off, or else true generosity reveals itself.

Albert Camus

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