a rocker,
said he was lost and never found
Said that she should pity him af ter
he forced her to the ground
She lost one of two jobs,
lost her home too
Yeah, you're just a back home con
and he's getting rich off of you
Con boy, soon to be a man
He like his toast and butter, he like his jam
He gonna make a black out but
keep his collar white
He gonna bring the books to a boil
and tell you it's good and fine
Just another con, con man
Just another con, con man
Just another con, con man
Just another con, con man
Just another con, con man
Just another con, con man
Just another con, con man
Just another con, con man
Just another con, con man
(Oh, can they see that we're in crisis)
Just another con, con man
Just another con, con man
(They roll about while we sinking down)
Just another con, con man
Just another con, con man
(Oh, can they see that
we're in crisis now)
Just another con, con man
Just another con, con man
(People don't know where to turn)
Just another con, con man
Just another con, con man
(Oh, can they see that we're in crisis)
Just another con, con man
Just another con, con man
(They roll about while we sinking down)
Just another con, con man
Just another con, con man
(Oh, can they see that we're
in crisis now)
Just another con, con man
Just another con ,
con man
(People don't know where to turn)
Just another con, con man
Just another con, con man