Beck - Gold Chains lyrics
[Beck - Gold Chains lyrics]
People lookin' fresh in their lightning bones
Had the TB blues, I couldn't find no phones
Women driving down in their whipflash rides
Had a wooden nickel finger
Pointing from all sides
Tryin' to get together into
Some kind of scene
I shook my spice last Sunday
Like a broken machine
I got fifty-foot woofers and
I'm lonesome tonight
I put my hands in the air like a hazard light
I'm going back home with
My gold chains swinging (Swinging)
I'm going back home with
My gold chains swinging (Swinging)
I'm going back home with
My gold chains swinging (Swinging)
I'm going back home with my gold chains
(What's your name?, Cheetah and Tammy)
Stealin' my water from an empty well
I got birds of life and a chain gang bell
Smokin' cigarettes like an ass in the road
I got debutantes with the elephant's gold
Feast and famines all holding their hands
Filling in the blanks with swollen glands
Draggin' my heels down the vericose veins
Paradise landlords swingin' their chains
I'm going back home with
My gold chains swinging (Swinging)
I'm going back home with
My gold chains swinging (Swinging)
I'm going back home with
My gold chains swinging (Swinging)
I'm going back home with my gold chains
(What's your name?, Cheetah and Tammy)
(What's your name?, Cheetah and Tammy)
People lookin' fresh in their lightning bones
Had the TB blues, I couldn't find no phones
Women driving down in their whipflash rides
Had a wooden nickel finger
Pointing from all sides
Tryin' to get together into
Some kind of scene
I shook my spice last Sunday
Like a broken machine
I got fifty-foot woofers and
I'm lonesome tonight
I put my hands in the air like a hazard light
I'm going back home with
My gold chains swinging (Swinging)
I'm going back home with
My gold chains swinging (Swinging)
I'm going back home with my gold chains
Had the TB blues, I couldn't find no phones
Women driving down in their whipflash rides
Had a wooden nickel finger
Pointing from all sides
Tryin' to get together into
Some kind of scene
I shook my spice last Sunday
Like a broken machine
I got fifty-foot woofers and
I'm lonesome tonight
I put my hands in the air like a hazard light
I'm going back home with
My gold chains swinging (Swinging)
I'm going back home with
My gold chains swinging (Swinging)
I'm going back home with
My gold chains swinging (Swinging)
I'm going back home with my gold chains
(What's your name?, Cheetah and Tammy)
Stealin' my water from an empty well
I got birds of life and a chain gang bell
Smokin' cigarettes like an ass in the road
I got debutantes with the elephant's gold
Feast and famines all holding their hands
Filling in the blanks with swollen glands
Draggin' my heels down the vericose veins
Paradise landlords swingin' their chains
I'm going back home with
My gold chains swinging (Swinging)
I'm going back home with
My gold chains swinging (Swinging)
I'm going back home with
My gold chains swinging (Swinging)
I'm going back home with my gold chains
(What's your name?, Cheetah and Tammy)
(What's your name?, Cheetah and Tammy)
People lookin' fresh in their lightning bones
Had the TB blues, I couldn't find no phones
Women driving down in their whipflash rides
Had a wooden nickel finger
Pointing from all sides
Tryin' to get together into
Some kind of scene
I shook my spice last Sunday
Like a broken machine
I got fifty-foot woofers and
I'm lonesome tonight
I put my hands in the air like a hazard light
I'm going back home with
My gold chains swinging (Swinging)
I'm going back home with
My gold chains swinging (Swinging)
I'm going back home with my gold chains
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