It's highway robbery,nAnd I have my receipts.nThe skeletons I meet say they lay on their backs just to pave our way,nRight back to the starting gate.nThey run circles around,nThe King without a crown.nThe speechless make a sound,nAnd start spreading their love with a boxing glove,nWhat would you expect from us?nnBelieve it! Believe it! Believe it!nLet's let you carry the weight of a drifter,nWe doubt you've attempted.nBelieve it! Believe it! Believe it!nAnd push your luck if it makes you a promise,nThat turns con men honest.nnThe lap of luxury,nIs not a mercy seat.nThe skeletons I meet say they lay on their backs just to lead the way,nRight into the everglades.nThey thank their lucky stars,nAnd lose them in the cards.nCowards are in charge and their painting their trust with a coat of rust,nWhat did you expect from us?nnBelieve it! Believe it! Believe it!nLet's let you carry the weight of a drifter,nWe doubt you've attempted.nBelieve it! Believe it! Believe it!nAnd push your luck if it makes you a promise,nThat turns con men honest.nnAnd these days, you're raking it in but forget,nThat regret, is counting the cards in your hand.nAnd these days, they probably have to ask themselves,nWhat did you expect from us?nnBelieve it! Believe it! Believe it!nLet's let you carry the weight of a drifter,nWe doubt you've attempted.nBelieve it! Believe it! Believe it!nAnd push your luck if it makes you a promise,nThat turns con men honest.n