Sanoja: Sixto Rodriguez. Jane S. Piddy.

Now you sit there thinking feeling insecure

The mocking court gesture (jester) claims there is no proven cure

Go back to your chamber, your eyes upon the wall

'Cos you got no one to listen, you got no one to call



And you think I'm curious



Drifting, drowning in a purple sea of doubt

You wanna hear she loves you,

but the words don't fit the mouth

You're a loser, a rebel, a cause without



But don't think me callous



Dancing Rosemary, disappearing sister Ruth

It's just your yellow appetite

that has you choking on the truth

You gave in, you gave out, outlived your dream of youth



And I can't get jealous



So go on, you'll continue with your nose so open wide

Knocking on that door that says Hurry come inside

But don't bother to buy insurance 'cos you've already died



And you can't be serious



I saw my reflection in my father's final tears

The wind was slowly melting, San Francisco disappears

Acid heads, unmade beds, and you Woodward world queers



I know you're lonely

I know you're lonely

I know you're lonely...





Thanks for your time

And you can thank me for mine

And after that's said

Forget it.



Bag it, man