Cause [Afrikaans translation]

Cause I lost my job

two weeks before Christmas,

and I talked to Jesus at the sewer,

And the Pope said

it was none of his God-damned business,

while the rain drank champagne.

My Estonian Archangel came

and got me wasted,

'cause the sweetest kiss I ever got

is the one I've never tasted.

Oh, but they'll take

their bonus pay to Molly McDonald,

neon ladies, beauty is that which obeys,

is bought or borrowed.

Cause my heart's become

a crooked hotel full of rumours.

But it's I who pays the rent

for these fingered-face out-of-tuners,

and I make 16 solid half hour friendships,

every evening.

'Cause your queen of hearts

who is half a stone,

and likes to laugh alone

is always threatening you with leaving.

Oh, but they play

those token games on Willy Thompson.

And give a medal to replace

the son of Mrs. Annie Johnson.

'Cause they told me

everybody's got to pay their dues.

And I explained that I had overpaid them,

so overdued I went to the company store,

and the clerk there said

that they had just been invaded,

so I set sail in a teardrop

and escaped beneath the doorsill.

'Cause the smell of her perfume

echoes in my head still.

'Cause I see my people trying to drown the sun

in weekends of whiskey sours.

'Cause how many times can you wake up

in this comic book and plant flowers?

• Artist:Sixto Rodríguez
• Album:Coming From Reality