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 scamps Many 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 scamps He 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 town Well 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 He'd been fighting for some years now

It was his turn to survive

Well they offered him a fortune

In the faith that he'd survive

Well the crowd went home happy

The nations faith lives with the champ!

All in his corner is tricksters, hucksters and scamps

All of his sponsors are tricksters, hucksters and scamps.