By Sixto Rodriguez. You can also listen.
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The moon is hanging in a purple sky
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Baby's sleeping while his mother sighs
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Talking about the rich folks
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The rich folks have the same jokes
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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
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Nor your recipes for my happiness
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Smoke in bed, I never could digest
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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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