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What kind of bastion of trust Hit the stage with a straight face and jacket full of doves? Where daisy-chained hankies vanish into plastic thumbs It was classic misdirection sold as magic to the young Via masters of deception The full force court of volunteer Pull a quarter out his ear in a recession Pull a rabbit from a Stetson as a rapper Though it's basically the same exact profession Watch, con artists give a fuck who the mark is Whether gorgeous or New Yorkers through the eye of Diane Arbus No outstanding warrants, nothing up his sleeve I need you feeling weak and needing something to believe I need you feeling freakish, that's when I really flourish I wake up in a sword box, I brush my teeth with bullets Underneath some cosmic retrograde where patsies get their signals flipped Hold on to your crystal pouch step up to the thimble rig And for my next trick I'll make a dollar bill climb up out your wallet Disappear and reappear inside my pocket I never really do these things twice But if y'all ask nice I just might If y'all ask nice I just might If y'all ask nice I just might It goes scarves into wands Into flowers over common sense I'm all heart, rib cage housing a Svengali deck Pick a card, tricky Turn a vic' into a bobblehead Absconders into clingers-on Klingons into Romulans Saw myself in pieces for purveyors of the strange Put the pieces back together, though I'm never quite the same We undermine the infantry where trickery let range From weighted dice to blowup dolls up in the carpool lane I'm charcoal with the art school lames I'm skateboarding with heshers Seen scepters shaped like feather pens and '57 fenders Carving knives and camera parts and canvas over stretchers And whatever make the project in the cellar go Excelsior At the way my older bones that magically predict the weather He like his eye on loot with pinch of pepper The nerd rage scurry out a collapsible bird cage Ace in the palm at the workplace, jerkface And for my next trick I'll make a dollar bill climb up out your wallet Disappear and reappear inside my pocket I never really do these things twice But if y'all ask nice I just might If y'all ask nice I just might If y'all ask nice I just might If y'all ask nice I just might If y'all ask nice I just might If y'all ask nice I just might If y'all ask nice I just might If y'all ask nice I just might If y'all ask nice I just might If y'all ask nice I just might
Writer(s): Thomas Fec, Ian Bavitz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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