| [ti:Rich Folks Hoax] | |
| [ar:Sixto Rodriguez] | |
| [al:Cold Fact] | |
| [00:09.13] | The moon is hanging in the purple sky |
| [00:18.27] | The baby's sleeping while its mother sighs |
| [00:28.51] | Talking 'bout the rich folks |
| [00:32.21] | Rich folks have the same jokes |
| [00:35.65] | And they park in basic places. |
| [00:42.12] | The priest is preaching from a shallow grave |
| [00:51.15] | He counts his money, then he paints you saved |
| [01:01.18] | Talking to the young folks |
| [01:04.99] | Young folks share the same jokes |
| [01:08.49] | But they meet in older places. |
| [01:14.23] | So don't tell me about your success |
| [01:23.89] | Nor your recipes for my happiness |
| [01:31.35] | Smoke in bed |
| [01:33.02] | I never could digest |
| [01:37.49] | Those illusions you claim to have going. |
| [01:45.66] | The sun is shining, as it's always done |
| [01:54.84] | Coffin dust is the fate of everyone |
| [02:04.82] | Talking 'bout the rich folks |
| [02:08.68] | The poor create the rich hoax |
| [02:12.22] | And only late breast-fed fools believe it. |
| [02:19.98] | So don't tell me about your success |
| [02:29.25] | Nor your recipes for my happiness |
| [02:36.83] | Smoke in bed |
| [02:38.42] | I never could digest |
| [02:43.09] | Those illusions you claim to have going |