Rodriguez - Rich Folks HoaxLyrics

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 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