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 waiting 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 militarized 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      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      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