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