Gold for Bread

I’m a broke down wreck with a ball and chain

Just sitting in the kitchen with my fortune to fame

There’s a monkey in a glass case calling my name

There’s a midget on his back,

He’s waiting for the midnight train

Cause we’re pulling up stakes

Gotta load up the car

Get my red pink bag

Do some air guitar

Cause I’m running from the air-jets

Inside of my head

In my bed

With a leg full of lead

I’m trading gold for bread

Your militarized mistress had you sick 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 and you’re gone

Yeah there’s this choice you gotta make and it’ll cut to the core

Like a preacher throwing dice instead of sleaze on the sore

There’s a lady and her lover and they’re covered in the warmth

Slipping down through the cracks

With the attack and they’re faced with the floor

Cause we’re pulling up stakes

Gotta load up the car

Get my red pink bag

Do some air guitar

Cause I’m running from the air-jets

Inside of my head

On my bed

With a leg full of lead

I’m trading gold for bread