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 w… - Sixto Rodriguez

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).

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.

'Cause I lost my job two weeks before Christmas.
And I talked to Jesus at the sewer
and the Pope said it was none of his God-damned business.
While the rain drank champagne,
my Estonian archangel came and got me wasted.
'Cause the sweetest kiss I ever got is the one I've never tasted.
Oh, but they'll take their bonus pay to Molly McDonald.
Neon lady, beauty is that which obeys, is bought or borrowed.