Gold Chains

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