歌词
Well he’s the son of a con man.
And his boots have traveled the land for substance.
He wouldn’t give me a word about it but I witnessed…
He was, he felt, the saddest man in the world.
He searched the land for self-respect.
But his hands kept pulling their tricks despite him ‘til he became a con man too.
And he wore a pink carnation, and drank pink champagne.
Saddled up and joined in the game.
it’s a mad world, a sad world, and I’ve traveled…
it’s a nice watch, don’t you think?
Well I believed the liar 'cause I didn’t have the heart to break his thin, thin smile.
Or to tell him to gold on the watches he stole was plated.
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