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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 waitin' for the midnight train just for the midnight train 'cause we're burning up states gotta load up the car get my right beat back, do some air guitar 'cause i'm running from the end, yeah and it's inside of my head on my bed with a lead for the leg we're trading gold for bread we'll be the town's mistress yeah you'll sink like a stone yeah 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 though the kitchen while you're standing in your heels 'cause we're burning up states gotta load up the car get my right beat back, do some air guitar 'cause i'm running from the end, yeah and it's inside of my head on my bed with a lead for the leg we're trading gold for bread yeah there's this choice you gotta make and it'll cut to the core 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 'cause we're burning up states gotta load up the car get my right beat back, do some air guitar 'cause i'm running from the end, yeah and it's inside of my head on my bed with a lead for the leg we're trading gold for bread |
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