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[ti:Rich Folks Hoax] |
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[ar:Sixto Rodriguez] |
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[al:Cold Fact] |
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The moon is hanging in the purple sky |
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The baby's sleeping while its mother sighs |
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Talking 'bout the rich folks |
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Rich folks have the same jokes |
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And they park in basic places. |
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The priest is preaching from a shallow grave |
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He counts his money, then he paints you saved |
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Talking to the young folks |
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Young folks share the same jokes |
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But they meet in older places. |
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So don't tell me about your success |
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Nor your recipes for my happiness |
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Smoke in bed |
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I never could digest |
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Those illusions you claim to have going. |
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The sun is shining, as it's always done |
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Coffin dust is the fate of everyone |
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Talking 'bout the rich folks |
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The poor create the rich hoax |
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And only late breast-fed fools believe it. |
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So don't tell me about your success |
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Nor your recipes for my happiness |
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Smoke in bed |
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I never could digest |
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Those illusions you claim to have going |
