Gold For Bread - Blitzen Trapper

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

Just sitting in the kitchen with my fortunate fame

There’s a monkey in a mask and he’s calling my name

There’s a midget on his back, he’s waiting for the midnight train

For the midnight train

'Cause we’re pulling up stakes

Gotta load up the car

Get my right beat back

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

We’re trading gold for bread

Well the militarised 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

In your high heels in your hall

'Cause we’re pulling up stakes

Gotta load up the car

Get my right beat back

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

We’re trading gold for bread

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

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 and a face full of foil

And a face full of foil

'Cause we’re pulling up stakes

Gotta load up the car

Get my right beat back

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

We’re trading gold for bread