2-Bit Grifter Songtext
von The Boxmasters

You′re one of those horrible bitches
That eats whatever is in your way
You don't even own a pair of britches
That didn′t come out of someone's pay


You blackmailing man using son of a bitch
You seem to get everybody on your side
I hate myself I never got the itch
To lay a finger on your rotten hide

Why am I always the guy that falls like a clown
For every two bit grifter that sticks me up or shakes me down