Gold Chains - Beck

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

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