'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 t… - Sixto Rodriguez

The Mayor hides the crime rate.
Council woman hesitates.
Public gets irate but forgets the vote date.
Weatherman complaining "Predicted sun. It's raining."
Everyone's protesting. Boyfriend keeps suggesting
you're not like all of the rest.
Garbage ain't collected. Women ain't protected.
Politicians using people they're abusing.
The mafia's getting bigger, like pollution in the river
and you tell me that this is where it's at.

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.

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.