Just a song we shared, I'll hear brings memories back, when you were here of your smile, your easy laughter, of your kiss. Those moments after. I thi… - Sixto Rodriguez

The generals hate holidays.
Others shoot up to chase the sun blues away.
Another store front church is open.
Sea of neon lights. A boxer, his shadow fights.
Soldier tired and sailor broken.
Winter's asleep at my window.
Cold wind waits at my door.
She asks me up to her place
but I won't be down anymore.

Don't sit and wait.
Don't sit and dream.
Put on a smile,
go find a scene.
I'm sure you'd meet
someone who would really love you.
Don't sit and hope.
Don't sit and pine.
If you've been hurt
make up your mind.
I'm sure you'd find
someone who would really love you.

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).