Gold For Bread

(verse 1) I'm a broke down wreck with a ball and chain Just sitting in the kitchen with my fortune and fame There's a monkey in a mask and he's calling my name There's a midget on his back, Hes waiting for the midnight train Cause were pulling up stakes Gotta load up the car Get my right beat back Do some air guitar Cause Im running from the air-jets Inside of my head On my bed With a leg full of lead We're trading gold for bread (same as verse 1) Well the militarized mistress yeah you sink like a stone Well I'm out here on the sidewalk where the buffalo roam I can see it in your crystal dancing in like a storm Blowing dusty through the kitchen While you're standing in your high heels in your hall (2X) Cause were pulling up stakes Gotta load up the car Get my right beat back Do some air guitar Cause Im running from the air-jets Inside of my head On my bed With a leg full of lead We're trading gold for bread (Same as verse 1) Yeah there's this choice you gotta make and itll cut to the coil Like a preacher throwing dice instead of seeds on the soil There's a lady and her lover and the'yre covered in oil Slipping down through the cracks With the attack and a face full of foil Cause were pulling up stakes Gotta load up the car Get my right beat back Do some air guitar Cause Im running from the air-jets Inside of my head On my bed With a leg full of lead We're trading gold for bread