Fair to Midland An Honest Con Man Lyrics Fair To Midland lyrics

It's highway robbery
And I have my receipts
The skeletons I meet say they lay
On their backs just to pave our way
Right back to the starting gate

They run circles around
The king without a crown
The speechless make a sound
And start spreading their love with a boxing glove
What would you expect from us?

Believe it, believe it, believe it
Let's let you carry the weight of a drifter
We doubt you've attempted
Believe it, believe it, believe it
And push your luck if it makes you a promise
That turns con men honest

The lap of luxury is not a mercy seat
The skeletons I meet say they lay
On their backs just to lead the way
Right into the everglades

They thank their lucky stars
And lose them in the cards

Cowards are in charge and their
Painting their trust with a coat of rust
What did you expect from us?

Believe it, believe it, believe it
Let's let you carry the weight of a drifter
We doubt you've attempted
Believe it, believe it, believe it
And push your luck if it makes you a promise
That turns con men honest

And these days you're raking it in but forget
That regret is counting the cards in your hand
And these days they probably have to ask themselves
What did you expect from us?

Believe it, believe it, believe it
Let's let you carry the weight of a drifter
We doubt you've attempted
Believe it, believe it, believe it
And push your luck if it makes you a promise
That turns con men honest