Sixto Rodriguez - The Music
"...Climb up on my music and my songs will set you free..."

Rich Folks Hoax

                                   The moon is hanging in a purple sky
                                    Baby's sleeping while his mother sighs
                              Talking about the rich folks
                                   The rich folks have the same jokes
                            But they park in basic places
                                             The priest is preaching from a shallow grave
                                          Counts his money, then he paints you saved
                             Talking 'bout the young folks
                                Young folks share the same jokes
                         But they meet in older places
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                      So don't tell me about your success
                        Nor your recipes for my happiness
                       Smoke in bed, I never could digest
                                       Those illusions you claim to have going

                                The sun is shining as it always done
                                   Coffin dust is the fate of everyone
                             Talking about the rich folks
                           The poor create the rich hoax
                                          And only late breast fed fools believe it
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