Paroles Gold For Bread de Blitzen Trapper

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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, he's waitin' for the midnight train
just for the midnight train

'cause we're burning up states
gotta load up the car
get my right beat back, do some air guitar
'cause i'm running from the end, yeah
and it's inside of my head
on my bed with a lead for the leg
we're trading gold for bread

we'll be the town's mistress
yeah you'll sink like a stone
yeah 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 though the kitchen while you're standing in your heels

'cause we're burning up states
gotta load up the car
get my right beat back, do some air guitar
'cause i'm running from the end, yeah
and it's inside of my head
on my bed with a lead for the leg
we're trading gold for bread

yeah there's this choice you gotta make
and it'll cut to the core
like a preacher throwing dice instead of seeds on the soil
there's a lady and her lover and they're covered in oil
slipping down through the cracks with the attack

'cause we're burning up states
gotta load up the car
get my right beat back, do some air guitar
'cause i'm running from the end, yeah
and it's inside of my head
on my bed with a lead for the leg
we're trading gold for bread

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