Gold Chains

Beck1996年6月18日
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Gold Chains - Beck

Written by:Beck Hansen

People looking 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

 

Trying to get together

Into some kind of scene

I shook my spice last Sunday

Like a broken machine

I got fifty 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

 

Stealing my water from an empty well

I got birds of life and a chain gang bell

 

Smoking cigarettes like an a** 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

 

Dragging my heels down the vericose veins

 

Paradise landlords swinging 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

 

What's your name cheetah and Tammy

 

What's your name cheetah and Tammy

 

People looking 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

 

Trying to get together

Into some kind of scene

I shook my spice last Sunday

Like a broken machine

I got fifty 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

 

***歌詞來自第三方***

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