A Day in the Life of a Conman as the moon and clouds melt away sun rises to stake her claim for dawn she has broken the day forever hers shes now tame old merchantman tries to refrain can t swindle the swindler or so i m told old mind not quite as sane drunken misgivens now been sold porters pocket picked so neat bells forget to toll forget to wed diamond gold quickly pawned on the street drunken stomach not quite fed blue boy with hungry eyes peace-bringer without a mind judicious jury until he s one of the guys friend flies by blue boys in a bind starve the chicken to be sold drink to the maddened mob time to weigh in the poisoned gold dreams conned ready to sob so the clouds bring back the rain darkness looms over the doomed all in a day under evils reign conman s life has been finely tuned Grateful Dead iMPERiAL 94