David F. Bello - Barefoot Gold lyrics

Gambling machines at Kmart And a hopped-up kid says the F-word All night, all night, all night, all night Like a baby farts I can tell by the look on your face That you're going to hell with your barefoot gold, your nightgown With twinkles in your eyes and a broom in your hand This really is the better life There's a chandelier and a buzz-in door With stinky eyes and a buzzard lip Kanye West convenience store I can tell where you're coming from But the loops and the wings and the chicken-fried potatoes Set me up with a haggled rise of the tips and the tip You gave the waitress a five I can see where you're coming from With your f**ed up eggs and a plastic guitar