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 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 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 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