Rich Folks Hoax Lyrics - Cold Fact - Rodriguez

The moon is hanging in the purple sky 

The baby's sleeping while its mother sighs 

Talking 'bout the rich folks 

Rich folks have the same jokes 

And they park in basic places. 

The priest is preaching from a shallow grave 

He counts his money, then he paints you saved 

Talking to the young folks 

Young folks share the same jokes 

But they meet in older places. 

So don't tell me about your success 

Nor your recipes for my happiness 

Smoke in bed 

I never could digest 

Those illusions you claim to have going. 

The sun is shining, as it's always done 

Coffin dust is the fate of everyone 

Talking 'bout the rich folks 

The poor create the rich hoax 

And only late breast-fed fools believe it.