Deadfall
Snot Lyrics
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Nearly drank myself to death
Oh, but when he died he said Lou had the cake
So I caught a bus headin' West
I saw the numbers running 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 keep 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
Said, "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
He took old Lou to the 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
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'd try to kill you, Eddie?)
The fucking hangers
Go, go
Someone tried to kill me, man
(Who'd try to kill you, Eddie?)
The fucking hangers!
Time to kiss the baby, friend
(All fuckin' summer long, sugar)
Who sent you?
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
The lyrics of Snot's song Deadfall illustrate the life and crime of the singer. The song begins with the singer revealing that he killed his father during a con gone bad and nearly killed himself by drinking. Before his death, the father told the singer about Lou, who had the cake. The singer caught a bus heading west and noticed numbers running through a small café. He realized that he could find his uncle Lou there. Ed stepped up and asked him to pick a card so that he can shape the con before it shapes him.
The story takes an interesting turn when the singer meets his uncle Lou for the first time, and he sends him on a con with Ed. They go to visit Lou's girl, Diane, who is a blonde girl dressed in red. The plan is to engage in pigeon dropping, and the singer has to pay his dues. While the family has fun, Ed gets into a brawl with Sam Peckinpah, who tries to choke him. Ed cuts Peckinpah from ear to ear and then ties Lou up with the intent to put his head in the deep fryer.
The song ends with Ed asking who sent the singer, and he finds out that it was Sam Peckinpah. The singer repeats that you shape the con or it shapes you, and the song ends with a loud "Hi-fuckin'-yah!" The song's lyrics are dark, and it's a story of a life of crime that ends tragically. The singer has been shaped by the cons he was involved in, but he had a chance to shape them as well.
Line by Line Meaning
Well, I killed my dad in a con gone bad
I murdered my father during a failed scam
Nearly drank myself to death
I almost died from excessive drinking
But when he died he said Lou had the cake
My father revealed that Lou had something valuable when he died
So I caught a bus headin' West
I traveled westward by bus
I saw the numbers running through a small café
I noticed important information while in a cafe
And I knew I'd find my uncle Lou
I knew I would locate my uncle Lou
That's when Ed stepped up
It was then that Ed became involved
He said pick a card
Ed instructed me to choose a card
Shape the con before it shapes you
Plan the scheme before it plans you
Now I met my uncle for the very first time
I finally met my uncle Lou
And he sent me on a con with Ed
He had me collaborate with Ed on a scam
So we came callin' on his girl Diane
We laid a visit to Lou's girlfriend Diane
A blonde girl dressed in red
Diane wore a red outfit while donning blonde hair
I guess pigeon dropping was the name of the game
The scheme involved a tactic known as pigeon dropping
And I had to pay my dues
I had to pay my way into the plot
Well fun time family fun was the plan
The idea was to have a good time with family
Said, "shape the con before it shapes you"
We were reminded to have a solid plan
Sam fuckin' Peckinpah
Someone named Sam Peckinpah is involved
Yeah who sent ya?
Who sent you here?
Now I met my uncle for the very first time
I finally met my uncle Lou
And he sent me on a con with Ed
He had me collaborate with Ed on a scam
Sam Peckinpah tried to choke Eddie out
Sam Peckinpah attempted to strangle Eddie
But he cut him from ear to ear
Eddie retaliated by slashing Sam's throat
Then he grabbed old Lou said: "We fuck now!"
Eddie then took Lou and had sex with him
On his face a twisted jeer
Lou had a contorted facial expression
He took old Lou to the same café
Eddie brought Lou to the same cafe we visited earlier
Eddie couldn't have been much higher
Eddie was very high at the time
When he tied him up, it was his intent
Eddie's intention was to restrain Lou
To put his head in that deep fryer
He planned to immerse Lou's head in boiling oil
Well, Diane told me I tackled Ed
Diane said I tackled Ed
As we did a little wiggle and dance
We engaged in a dance after tackling Ed
Oh, when we were done, Ed got a hot head, said:
When we stopped, Ed became angry and shouted
"Well vive la fuckin' France, man!"
He exclaimed, "Long live France!"
Someone tryin' to kill me, man
Someone is attempting to kill me
(Who tried to kill you, Eddie?)
(Eddie is asked who it is)
The fucking hangers!
Hangers are the source of the threat
Time to kiss the baby, friend
It is time to bid farewell
(All fuckin' summer long, sugar)
(For the entire summer)
You shape the con or It'll shape you
Craft the scheme or let it control you
You shape the con
Take control of the scam
You shape the con or It'll shape you
Retain dominance or surrender it
You shape the con
Shape the scam accordingly
Hi-fuckin'-yah!
A sensational expression of triumph
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: James Lynn Strait, John L. Fahnestock, Michael Tristram Doling, Ronald D. Jr. Mayo
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@Tommy_Wimmer
Lyrics, as understood by Guitar Hero, the album's liner notes, and me:
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!
@FlynnApollo
Lyrics: None
Yeah right lol
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 running through a small cafe
And I knew I'd find my Uncle Lou
That's when Ed stepped up
He said, "Pick a card, 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
But now we came callin' on his girl Diane
A blonde girl 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
Said, "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
He took old Lou to the same cafe'
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
Diane told me,"I tackled Ed
As we did a little wiggle and dance
When we were done Ed got a hot head
Said, "Well viva fuckin' France man"
Someone tryin' to kill me man
(They're trying to kill you Eddie)
The fucking beggars, go, go
Someone tryin' to kill me man?
(They're trying to kill you Eddie)
The fucking beggars
I guess they may be friends
(All fuckin' summer long sugar)
Who sent you?
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
Praise fucking God
@smokymack
2023 ...song still gets me pumped
@MetalGearKS
To everyone arguing about what genre this is; It's Awesome. That is all.
@CarInMyAss
Fuck yes!!!!!!!!
@williepete5547
Thank you
@obnoxiousdave
Everyone wanna piece of snot
@realname4625
It's obviously jazz
@incaseofimportantnegotiations
primus, obviously
@TonyG0317
This is the kind of song that makes me wanna play the drums.
@norhythm100
Nearly 2024, and, like sublime, im so sad about the music we missed out on
@ericthornon237
one of the best albums ever