I've played every kind of gig there is to play now. I've played faggot bars, hooker bars, motor cycle funerals, in opera houses, concert halls, halfw… - Sixto Rodriguez

The generals hate holidays.
Others shoot up to chase the sun blues away.
Another store front church is open.
Sea of neon lights. A boxer, his shadow fights.
Soldier tired and sailor broken.
Winter's asleep at my window.
Cold wind waits at my door.
She asks me up to her place
but I won't be down anymore.

Born in the troubled city
in rock and roll USA
in the shadow of the tallest building,
I vowed I would break away.
Listened to the Sunday actors
but all they would ever say:
That you can't get away from it.
No you can't get away.
No you can't get away from it.
No you can't get away.

My pocket don't drive me fast,
my mother treats me slow,
my statue's got a concrete heart
but you're the coldest bitch I know.
In the factory that you call your mind:
graveyard thoughts of stone.
A master thief, I wouldn't enter there,
you've nothing I would care to own (so help me).