You Make A Con Into An Art Form

Wanna be the Joker, but you're just a joke to me Call yourself a smoker, but you choke on all your weed Talk about transcendence, but you're lost spiritually You go for the jugular when someone disagrees You're what a con artist wishes they could be Everything we did, I'd erase the memory You make a con into an art form Don't believe a word you say anymore You're dysfunction's definition of a wet dream A dangerous lie sugar-sweet like whipped cream You thought you'd have your way with me But I'm not the kind of role for that scene You're what a con artist wishes they could be Everything we did, I'd erase the memory You make a con into an art form Don't believe a word you say anymore And you cry You cry Those crocodile tears Don't you know You cry You cry Those crocodile tears Stay away You're not wanted here That's right You better stay away Am I clear