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 a… - Sixto Rodriguez

Was it a huntsman or a player
that made you pay the cost
that now assumes relaxed positions
And prostitutes your loss?
Were you tortured by your own thirst
in those pleasures that you seek
that made you Tom the Curious;
that makes you James the Weak?
And you claim you've got something going,
something you call unique,
but I've seen your self-pity showing
as the tears rolled down your cheeks.

Sugar Man, won't you hurry
'cause I'm tired of these scenes.
For a blue coin, won't you bring back
all those colors to my dreams?
Silver magic ships, you carry
jumpers, coke, sweet Mary Jane.
Sugar Man met a false friend
on a lonely dusty road.
Lost my heart. When I found it
it had turned to dead black coal.

And I'll forget about the girl that said no.
Then I'll tell who I want where to go.
And I'll forget about your lies and deceit
and your attempts to be so discreet.
Maybe today, yeah,
I'll slip away.
And you can keep your symbols of success.
Then I'll pursue my own happiness.
And you can keep your clocks and routines.
Then I'll go mend all my shattered dreams.
Maybe today, yeah,
I'll slip away.