Woman, please be gone. You've stayed here much too long. Don't you wish that you could cry? Don't you wish I would die? Seamy seesaw kids. Child-wome… - Sixto Rodriguez

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.

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, halfway houses.
Well, I found that in all these places that I've played
all the people that I've played for are the same people.
So if you'll listen, maybe you'll see someone you know in this song.
A most disgusting song.

But thanks for your time.
Then you can thank me for mine.
And after that's said,
forget it.
Don't be inane,
there's no one to blame:
no reason why
you should stay here
and lie to me.
Don't say any more,
just walk out the door,
I'll get along fine.
You'll see.