Blitzen Trapper - Gold for Bread lyrics

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