Lyrics

I thought I had to choose
But I already had what I wanted
Now the reformed art school kids
Turn the knobs that are giving me static

We spend a lot of our time
Drinking a lot of all right wine
It made me think I got reborn
But it turned out I died twice

The long con is long gone
The long con is long gone

And it was pretty pathetic of me
To think that I could ever change a goddamn thing
I was over a barrel, angry and blue
My feelings were My War side two

I found a hole in the smoke
Where I tried to extinguish the butt of a joke
And if this is real life
How come I can still see the boom mic?

The long con is long gone
The long con is long gone

And a good rain's gonna wash this town away
A good rain is coming any day

The long con is long gone
The long con is long gone

And a good rain's gonna wash this town away
A good rain is coming any day
A good rain's gonna wash this town away
A good rain is coming any day
The long con is long gone
The long con is long gone