Flynn Germain - The Long Con Lyrics

Hey Elliott, what'd you think of my show
I set a glass of water down
In case your throat collapsed
Burnt out or any notes fell outta tune

I said it was a tv
Facing out toward the street
And nobody believed me
Except for you

Boston bottleworks closed down, god what a shitty excuse
I used, dear John, I'm alive for the rest of the long con
Hey Elliott, what'd you think of me loud
No sickness making straight the way down
I'm better now, dear john, i'm alive for the rest of the long con

I'm sick of it, you and the future of food
I can't get out of this rut
Big neon sign in my stomach
Liner notes'll say what you want

Boston bottleworks closed down, god what a shitty excuse
I used, dear John, I'm alive for the rest of the long con
Hey Elliott, what'd you think of me loud
No sickness making straight the way down
I'm better now, dear john, i'm alive for the rest of the long con