Paroles de Gold Chains

People lookin' fresh in their lightning bones Had the T.B. 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 50-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 I'm going back home With my gold chains swinging I'm going back home With my gold chains 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 I'm going back home With my gold chains swinging I'm going back home With my gold chains swinging I'm going back home With my gold chains People lookin' fresh in their lightning bones Had the T.B. 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 50-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 I'm going back home With my gold chains swinging I'm going back home With my gold chains swinging I'm going back home With my gold chains