He's just another con man sitting on a hill

You see him at bull fight, closest to the kill

He lives up in a tower, sells dream to the poor

No matter how he gets 'em, he always wants some more

He said he was a rocker, said he was lost and never found

Said that she should pity him after 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

But the talk's so cheap, we gonna smoke him out

But he rolls so deep, high above the crowd

And he hide his face up high on a wall

But you just wait, one of these days, one of the con men is gonna fall

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

But the talk's so cheap, we gonna smoke him out

But he rolls so deep, high above the crowd

And he hide his face up high on a wall

But one of these days, Mr. Con Man, the con man is gonna fall

And may he likes his building right

Likes to show affection to his mate

And when he sleeps, she goes through his things

And finds it all cheap

We gonna smoke him out

But he rolls so deep, high above the crowd

And he hide his face up high on a wall

But one of these days, Mr. Con Man, the con man is gonna fall

Just another con, con man

(Oh, can they see that we're in crisis)

Just another con, con man

(They roll about while we sinking down)

Just another con, con man

(Oh, can they see that we're in crisis now)

Just another con, con man

(People don't know where to turn)

Just another con, con man

(Oh, can they see that we're in crisis)

Just another con, con man

(They roll about while we sinking down)

Just another con, con man

(Oh, can they see that we're in crisis now)

Just another con, con man

(People don't know where to turn)

Just another con, con man