(Come around, Mr. Conman)
(Goes around, Mr. Conman)
(Come around, Mr. Conman)
(Goes around)
To all those homeless people
I know your cry
Do your best and fall on your face
And you wonder why
They always take advantage
When you're in bondage
Mr. Conman come with a scorn plan
To take my everything
What goes around will come around, hey
Same man you pass on your way up
Same man you pass on your way down
What goes around will come around, woo
(..)
Yeah
Hey
You're Mr. Conman, you
Good God
To all those poverty people
I know the feeling
From morning unto evening, soul deceiving, yes
Sweat on my brow, eat your bread, hey
They don't care if you live or dead, woo
Sun it rise in the morning
And it sets in the evening
In the night cold ground my bed
Sweat on my brow, eat your bread, hey
Light like a feather, heavy as lead
What goes around will come around, a till you say
I won't be your circus clown, hey
A sweat on my brow, eat your bread, hey
A sweat on my brow, eat your bread (goes around)
I won't be your circus clown (come around) hey
What goes around comes around (goes around)
I won't be your circus clown (come around)
In the morning till the evening, yeah
Soul deceiving, what a hungry feeling
Sweat on my brow, eat your bread, say now
Sweat on my brow
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