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 yo… - Sixto Rodriguez

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.

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.

Now you sit there thinking. Feeling insecure.
The mocking court gesture claims there is no proven cure.
Go back to your chamber, your eyes upon the wall.
'Cos you got no one to listen, you got no one to call.
And you think I'm curious.
Drifting, drowning in a purple sea of doubt
you wanna hear she loves you
but the words don't fit the mouth.
You're a loser, a rebel-a-cause-without.
But don't think me callous.