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Well, I killed my dad in a con gone bad
Nearly drank myself to death
Oh, 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 café
And I knew I'd find my uncle Lou
That's when Eddie stepped up
He said, "Pick a card"
Said, "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
And now we keep callin' on his girl Diane
A blonde grifter 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 café
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 and I tackled Ed
As we did a little wiggle and dance
Oh, when we were done, Ed got a hot head, said
"Well vive la fuckin' France, man"
Someone tried' to kill me, man
(Who'd try to kill you, Eddie?)
The fucking hangers
Go, go
Someone tried to kill me, man
(Who'd try to kill you, Eddie?)
The fucking hangers!
Time to kiss the baby, friend
(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
Hi-fuckin'-yah
WRITERS
James Lynn Strait, John L. Fahnestock, Michael Tristram Doling, Ronald D. Jr. Mayo
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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