Im a broke down wreck with a ball and chain
Just sitting in the kitchen with my fortune to fame
Theres a monkey in a glass case calling my name
Theres a midget on his back,
Hes waiting for the midnight train
Cause were pulling up stakes
Gotta load up the car
Get my red pink bag
Do some air guitar
Cause Im running from the air-jets
Inside of my head
In my bed
With a leg full of lead
Im trading gold for bread
Your militarized mistress had you sick like a stone
Well Im 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 youre standing in your high heels and youre gone
Yeah theres this choice you gotta make and itll cut to the core
Like a preacher throwing dice instead of sleaze on the sore
Theres a lady and her lover and theyre covered in the warmth
Slipping down through the cracks
With the attack and theyre faced with the floor
Cause were pulling up stakes
Gotta load up the car
Get my red pink bag
Do some air guitar
Cause Im running from the air-jets
Inside of my head
On my bed
With a leg full of lead
Im trading gold for bread
Just sitting in the kitchen with my fortune to fame
Theres a monkey in a glass case calling my name
Theres a midget on his back,
Hes waiting for the midnight train
Cause were pulling up stakes
Gotta load up the car
Get my red pink bag
Do some air guitar
Cause Im running from the air-jets
Inside of my head
In my bed
With a leg full of lead
Im trading gold for bread
Your militarized mistress had you sick like a stone
Well Im 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 youre standing in your high heels and youre gone
Yeah theres this choice you gotta make and itll cut to the core
Like a preacher throwing dice instead of sleaze on the sore
Theres a lady and her lover and theyre covered in the warmth
Slipping down through the cracks
With the attack and theyre faced with the floor
Cause were pulling up stakes
Gotta load up the car
Get my red pink bag
Do some air guitar
Cause Im running from the air-jets
Inside of my head
On my bed
With a leg full of lead
Im trading gold for bread