Rich Folks Hoax Sixto Rodriguez ( Cold Fact 1970)

The moon is hanging In the purple sky The baby s sleeping While its mother sighs Talking about the rich folks Rich folks have the same jokes And they park in basic places The priest is preaching From a shallow grave He counts his money Then he paints you saved Talking to the young folks Young folks share the same jokes But they d meet in older places 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 s always done Coffin dust is the fate of every one Talking about the rich folks The poor create the rich hoax And only late breastfed fools believe it 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