Well he used to be so peaceful
Used to be so serene
Well if it wasn't for us here
It would still be pristine
He'd have fires a burning down on empty cans
All of these tricksters and hucksters and scampsMany days I've got my hands full
Tryin' to find out what's real
But a bunch of hungry eyes will
Turn you into a meal
Beware that smiling face beneath that ole street lamp
He's got those tricksters and hucksters and scampsHe cut a hole in the bucket
Watched that water follow down
Said if I'm gonna be a hero
Gonna have to make a mess out of this townWell he waited for a while so
Everything would turn to rust
Waited for he slept next to a pistol
Set a price upon my trust
But he stole that election
Put his face on every stamp
On his council were tricksters, hucksters and scamps
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