Deadfall (Live At The Palace, Hollywood, CA., 1998)
Sam Fucking Peckinpah
Come on out now
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
Oh yeah, who sent ya?
Who sent ya babygirl?
Oh fuck , who sent ya?
Now I met my uncle for the very first time
And he sеnt me on a con with Ed
And now we came callin' on his girl Dianе
A blonde grifter dressed in red
I guess pigeon dropping 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
Oh yeah, who sent ya?
Who sent ya, baby girl?
Sam fuckin' Peckinpah
Oh fuck, who sent ya?
You take the toll
Sam Peckinpah tried to choke Eddie out
But he cut him up 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
The fucking hangers!
Time to kiss the baby, friend
Go, go!
Someone tried to kill me, man
(Who'd try to kill you, Eddie?)
The fucking hangers!
Time to kiss the baby, friend
(All fuckin' summer long, sugar)
Who sent ya?
Sam fuckin' Peckinpah
Oh fuck, who sent ya?
Who sent ya, baby girl?
Sam fuckin' Peckinpah
Oh 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!
Come on out now
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
Oh yeah, who sent ya?
Who sent ya babygirl?
Oh fuck , who sent ya?
Now I met my uncle for the very first time
And he sеnt me on a con with Ed
And now we came callin' on his girl Dianе
A blonde grifter dressed in red
I guess pigeon dropping 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
Oh yeah, who sent ya?
Who sent ya, baby girl?
Sam fuckin' Peckinpah
Oh fuck, who sent ya?
You take the toll
Sam Peckinpah tried to choke Eddie out
But he cut him up 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
The fucking hangers!
Time to kiss the baby, friend
Go, go!
Someone tried to kill me, man
(Who'd try to kill you, Eddie?)
The fucking hangers!
Time to kiss the baby, friend
(All fuckin' summer long, sugar)
Who sent ya?
Sam fuckin' Peckinpah
Oh fuck, who sent ya?
Who sent ya, baby girl?
Sam fuckin' Peckinpah
Oh 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!