Well, I killed my dad in a con gone bad Nearly drank myself to death But when he died, he said Lou had the cake So I caught a bus headin' west I saw the numbers run through a small café And I knew I'd find my Uncle Lou That's when Eddie stepped up, he said: Pick a card Said: Shape the con before it shapes you Who sent ya? Sam fuckin' Peckinpah Yeah, who sent ya? Who sent ya, who sent ya? Sam fuckin' Peckinpah Yeah, who sent ya? Now I met my uncle for the very first time And he sent me on a con with Ed And now we came callin' on his girl Diane A blonde grifter dressed in red I guess pigeon dropping was the name of the game And I had to pay my dues Well fun time family fun was the plan You shape the con before it shapes you Who sent ya? Sam fuckin' Peckinpah Yeah, who sent ya? Who sent ya, baby girl? Sam fuckin' Peckinpah Yeah, who sent ya? Sam Peckinpah tried to choke Eddie out But he cut him from ear to ear Then he grabbed old Lou, said We fuck now! On his face, a twisted jeer Well he took old Lou to that same café And Eddie couldn't have been much higher When he tied him up, it was his intent To put his head in that deep fryer Well, Diane told me and I tackled Ed As we did a little wiggle and dance Oh when we were done, Ed got a hot head, said Well, vive la fuckin' France, man! Someone tried to kill me, man (Who tried to kill you, Eddie?) The fucking hangers! Go, go! Someone tried to kill me, man (Who tried to kill you, Eddie?) The fucking hangers! Time to kiss the baby, friend (All fuckin' summer long, sugar) Who sent ya? Sam fuckin' Peckinpah Yeah, who sent ya? Who sent ya, baby girl? Sam fuckin' Peckinpah Yeah, who sent ya? You shape the con, or it'll shape you You shape the con You shape the con, or it'll shape you You shape the con Hi-fuckin'-yah!