Con Job

I'm two weeks out of prison and I haven't got a job

I spend my daytime looking for a place that I can rob

My father often warned me I would meet a tragic end

But I paid him no heed, alas. Now no man is my friend

My years in jail conditioned me to live by evil means

In stir, yes, sir, it's black and white. There are no in betweens

For those who knew me once, I think you'd recognize me still

But now my eyes are cold and my first instinct is to kill

An ex-con has ten ways to lose for every chance to win

I'm livin' at the corner of cruel memory and sin

And if I'm seen outside your house, it's best to hide your kin

If I knock twice, take my advice and do not let me in

My years in jail conditioned me to live by evil means

In stir, yes, sir, it's black and white. There are no in betweens

For those who knew me once, I think you'd recognize me still

But now my eyes are cold and my first instinct is to kill

My years in jail conditioned me to live by evil means

In stir, yes, sir, it's black and white. There are no in betweens

For those who knew me once, I think you'd recognize me still

But now my eyes are cold and my first instinct is to kill