i'm a broke-down wreck with a ball and chainnjust sitting in the kitchen with my fortune and famenthere's a monkey in a mask and he's calling my namenthere's a midget on his back, he's waitin' for the midnight trainnjust for the midnight trainnn'cause we're burning up statesngotta load up the carnget my right beat back, do some air guitarn'cause i'm running from the end, yeahnand it's inside of my headnon my bed with a lead for the legnwe're trading gold for breadnnwe'll be the town's mistressnyeah you'll sink like a stonenyeah i'm out here on the sidewalknwhere the buffalo roamni can see it in your crystal dancing in like a stormnblowing dusty though the kitchen while you're standing in your heelsnn'cause we're burning up statesngotta load up the carnget my right beat back, do some air guitarn'cause i'm running from the end, yeahnand it's inside of my headnon my bed with a lead for the legnwe're trading gold for breadnnyeah there's this choice you gotta makenand it'll cut to the corenlike a preacher throwing dice instead of seeds on the soilnthere's a lady and her lover and they're covered in oilnslipping down through the cracks with the attacknn'cause we're burning up statesngotta load up the carnget my right beat back, do some air guitarn'cause i'm running from the end, yeahnand it's inside of my headnon my bed with a lead for the legnwe're trading gold for bread