Sword Box

What kind of bastion of trust
 Hit the stage with a straight face and jacket full of doves?
 Where daisy-chained hankies vanish into plastic thumbs
 It was classic misdirection sold as magic to the young
 Via masters of deception
 The full force court of volunteer
 Pull a quarter out his ear in a recession
 Pull a rabbit from a Stetson as a rapper
 Though it's basically the same exact profession
 Watch, con artists give a fuck who the mark is
 Whether gorgeous or New Yorkers through the eye of Diane Arbus
 No outstanding warrants, nothing up his sleeve
 I need you feeling weak and needing something to believe
 I need you feeling freakish, that's when I really flourish
 I wake up in a sword box, I brush my teeth with bullets
 Underneath some cosmic retrograde
 where patsies get their signals flipped
 Hold on to your crystal pouch step up to the thimble rig
 And for my next trick
 I'll make a dollar bill climb up out your wallet
 Disappear and reappear inside my pocket
 I never really do these things twice
 But if y'all ask nice I just might
 
 If y'all ask nice I just might
 
 If y'all ask nice I just might
 It goes scarves into wands
 Into flowers over common sense
 I'm all heart, rib cage housing a Svengali deck
 Pick a card, tricky
 Turn a vic' into a bobblehead
 Absconders into clingers-on
 Klingons into Romulans
 Saw myself in pieces for purveyors of the strange
 Put the pieces back together, though I'm never quite the same
 We undermine the infantry where trickery let range
 From weighted dice to blowup dolls up in the carpool lane
 I'm charcoal with the art school lames
 I'm skateboarding with heshers
 Seen scepters shaped like feather pens and '57 fenders
 Carving knives and camera parts and canvas over stretchers
 And whatever make the project in the cellar go Excelsior
 At the way my older bones that magically predict the weather
 He like his eye on loot with pinch of pepper
 The nerd rage scurry out a collapsible bird cage
 Ace in the palm at the workplace, jerkface
 And for my next trick
 I'll make a dollar bill climb up out your wallet
 Disappear and reappear inside my pocket
 I never really do these things twice
 But if y'all ask nice I just might
 
 If y'all ask nice I just might
 
 If y'all ask nice I just might
 
 If y'all ask nice I just might
 
 If y'all ask nice I just might
 
 If y'all ask nice I just might
 
 If y'all ask nice I just might
 If y'all ask nice I just might
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 If y'all ask nice I just might
 If y'all ask nice I just might
 
 What kind of bastion of trust
 Hit the stage with a straight face and jacket full of doves?
 Where daisy-chained hankies vanish into plastic thumbs
 It was classic misdirection sold as magic to the young
 Via masters of deception
 The full force court of volunteer
 Pull a quarter out his ear in a recession
 Pull a rabbit from a Stetson as a rapper
 Though it's basically the same exact profession
 Watch, con artists give a fuck who the mark is
 Whether gorgeous or New Yorkers through the eye of Diane Arbus
 No outstanding warrants, nothing up his sleeve
 I need you feeling weak and needing something to believe
 I need you feeling freakish, that's when I really flourish
 I wake up in a sword box, I brush my teeth with bullets
 Underneath some cosmic retrograde
 where patsies get their signals flipped
 Hold on to your crystal pouch step up to the thimble rig
 And for my next trick
 I'll make a dollar bill climb up out your wallet
 Disappear and reappear inside my pocket
 I never really do these things twice
 But if y'all ask nice I just might
 
 If y'all ask nice I just might
 
 If y'all ask nice I just might
 It goes scarves into wands
 Into flowers over common sense
 I'm all heart, rib cage housing a Svengali deck
 Pick a card, tricky
 Turn a vic' into a bobblehead
 Absconders into clingers-on
 Klingons into Romulans
 Saw myself in pieces for purveyors of the strange
 Put the pieces back together, though I'm never quite the same
 We undermine the infantry where trickery let range
 From weighted dice to blowup dolls up in the carpool lane
 I'm charcoal with the art school lames
 I'm skateboarding with heshers
 Seen scepters shaped like feather pens and '57 fenders
 Carving knives and camera parts and canvas over stretchers
 And whatever make the project in the cellar go Excelsior
 At the way my older bones that magically predict the weather
 He like his eye on loot with pinch of pepper
 The nerd rage scurry out a collapsible bird cage
 Ace in the palm at the workplace, jerkface
 And for my next trick
 I'll make a dollar bill climb up out your wallet
 Disappear and reappear inside my pocket
 I never really do these things twice
 But if y'all ask nice I just might
 
 If y'all ask nice I just might
 
 If y'all ask nice I just might
 
 If y'all ask nice I just might
 
 If y'all ask nice I just might
 
 If y'all ask nice I just might
 
 If y'all ask nice I just might
 If y'all ask nice I just might
 ♪
 If y'all ask nice I just might
 If y'all ask nice I just might