Only Good For Conversation lyrics

My pocket don't drive me fast.

My mother treats me slow.

My statue's got a concrete heart,

but you're the coldest bitch I know.

In the factory that you call your mind,

graveyard thoughts of stone.

A master thief, I wouldn't enter there.

You've nothing I would care to own, so help me.

You're pretending that you got it made.

You know I know you know no truth.

You're still serving cookies and kool-aid,

you're so proper and so cute.

My pocket don't drive me fast.

My mother treats me slow.

My statue's got a concrete heart,

but you're the coldest bitch I know, so help me.

• Artist:Sixto Rodríguez
• Album:Cold Fact (1970)