Sugar-Man
Won't you hurry
‘Cause I'm tired of these scenes
For a blue coin, won't you bring back
All those colors to my dreams.

Silver magic ships you carry
Jumpers, coke, sweet Mary Jane

Sugar man
Met a false friend
On a lonely dusty road
Lost my heart.
When I found it
It had turned to dead black coal.

Silver magic ships you carry.
Jumpers, coke, sweet Mary-Jane

Sugar-man
You're the answer
That makes my questions disappear.
Sugar-man
‘Cause I'm weary
Of those double games out here.

Sugar-man
Sugar-man
 
 
 Cold Bitch

My pocket don't drive me fast.
My mother treats me slow.
My statues 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, the truth .
Your still serving cookies and cool aid
Your so proper and so cute.

My pocket don't drive me fast
My mother treats me slow
My statues got a concrete heart
But your the coldest bitch I know
So help me.
 
Self Reflection

Was it a huntsmen or a player
That made you pay the cost
That now assumes relaxed positions
And prostitutes your loss.

Were you tortured by your own thirst
In those pleasures that you seek
That made you Tom the curious
That makes you James the weak.

And you claim that you got something going
Something you call unique
Well I seen your self-pity showing
As the tears roll down your cheek.

Soon you know I’ll leave you
And I’ll never look behind
‘Cause I was born for the purpose
That crucifies your mind.

So con, convince your mirror
As you've always done before
Giving substance to shadows
Giving substance ever more.

And you assume you got something to offer
Secret, shiny and new
But how much of you is repetition
That you didn't whisper to him too.
 

The Establishment Blues

The mayor hides the crime rate.
Council woman hesitates.
Public gets irate.
But forgets to votate.
Weather man complaining.
Predicted sun, it's raining.
Everyone's protesting.
Boyfriend keeps adjusting.
You're not like all of the rest.

Garbage ain’t collected.
Women ain’t protected.
Politicians using.
People their abusing.
The Mafia's getting bigger.
Like pollution in  the river.
And you tell me that this is where its at.

Woke (walk?) out this morning
with a ache in my head.
I splashed on my clothes as I spilled out of bed.
I I opened the window to listen to the news.
But all I heard was the establishments Blues.

Gun sales are soaring
Housewives find life boring.
Divorce the only answer.
Smoking causes cancer
This system's gonna fall soon.
To an angry young tune.
And that's a concrete cold fact.

The Pope digs (dicks?) population.
Freedom from taxation
Teeny Bops are uptight.
Drinking at a stoplight.
Miniskirt is flirting
I can't stop so I'm hurting.
Spinster sell her hopeless chest

 Adultery play the kitchen
Bigot cops run fiction.
The little man gets shafted
Sons and money drafted
Living by a time piece.
New or in the far east.
Can you pass a warshack test?

It's a hassle
It's an educated guess.
Well frankly,
I couldn't care less .
 

There are a lot more songs on the infamous album but  I havent transcribed them all yet and those that I have are not complete . It is extremely hard to get CFR's lyrics on page because , after much research into his singing I have found that he has a certain speach impediment that makes him slur his R's like Elmer Fudd and some of his lines are incoherent . But this is What I have so far .

Thank you "Cold Fact" for this album .... wherever you are and even if you might not exist as we know you !!!