Song is about Sam fuckin' Peckinpah
Go
Come on out now
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, said, "Pick a card
Shape the con before it shapes you"
Who sent you?
(Sam fuckin' Peckinpah)
Oh, yeah? (Who sent you?)
Who sent you, baby girl?
(Sam fuckin' Peckinpah)
Oh, fuck (who sent you?)
Go, go, yeah
Come on
I met my uncle for the very first time
He sent me on a con with Ed
Now we came 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
Fun time family, fun was the plan
Shape the con before it shapes you
Who sent you?
(Sam fuckin' Peckinpah)
Oh, yeah? (Who sent you?)
Who sent you, baby girl?
(Sam fuckin' Peckinpah)
Oh, fuck (who sent you?)
Yeah, yeah
You, change that tone
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
Then he took old Lou to the same cafe
And Eddie couldn't 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
We did a little wiggle and dance
When we were done, Ed got a hot head, said
(Vive la fuckin' France)
Someone tryin' to kill me
The fuckin' hangers
Guess they may be friends (jump, jump)
Someone tryin' to kill me
The fuckin' hangers
Time to kiss, they may be friends
All fuckin' summer long, sugar
Yeah
Who sent you?
(Sam fuckin' Peckinpah)
Oh, fuck (who sent you?)
Who sent you, baby girl?
(Sam fuckin' Peckinpah)
Oh, yeah (who sent you?)
You shape the con or it'll shape you
You shape the con
You shape the con or it'll shape
You shape the con
Hi fuckin' y'all