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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Snot
Snot
Performer
Dave Fortman
Dave Fortman
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Lynn Strait
James Lynn Strait
Composer
Michael Doling
Michael Doling
Composer
John Fahnestock
John Fahnestock
Composer
Ronald Mayo Jr.
Ronald Mayo Jr.
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
T-Ray
T-Ray
Producer
Phil Nicolo
Phil Nicolo
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

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 runnin' 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 came callin' on his girl Diane A blonde grifter dressed in red I guess pigeon droppin' 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 and said, "We fuck now!" On his face, a twisted jeer Well, he took old Lou to that 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 fuckin' hangers! Go, go! Someone tried to kill me, man (Who'd try to kill you, Eddie?) The fuckin' hangers! Time to kiss the baby, friend (All fuckin' summer long, sugar) Who sent ya? 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'-ya!
Writer(s): Ronald D. Jr. Mayo, James Lynn Strait, Michael Tristram Doling, John L. Fahnestock Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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