Gold For Bread Lyrics

Gold For Bread lyrics

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