Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gold Tooth , by - Kelly Joe Phelps. Song from the album Sky Like A Broken Clock, in the genre БлюзRelease date: 09.07.2001
Record label: Rykodisc
Song language: English
Gold Tooth |
| The air is turning cold outside |
| It’s a rabbi in a brothel for the third time |
| The gold tooth of a broken man |
| A white glove in a purse down at the bottom of the sea |
| The day is turning dark outside |
| All aspiration face down in the street |
| A pro in the alley with a red-moon sky |
| The last drag of patience on a celibate cigar |
| The light is getting hot inside |
| It’s a butcher in the slaughterhouse smiling |
| A mule with a razor and a swagger in his step |
| Ratboy in the corner taking a leak against the wall |
| My heart is turning black inside |
| Stealing from the army shaking bells at the door |
| A hand in a bucket of creosote |
| Rusty junkyard nails sticking straight up through the floor |
| The breath has gone away from this house |
| It’s a dog in the car in the winter |
| A hotel window in a hurricane |
| A furnace exploding down in the cellar, by the jars |
| My dream will come back to this house |
| It’s a kid who refuses to shut up A sheep dog playing with 84 bones |
| A fast, red Ferrari in a sixteen-car garage |
| Let me keep my gold tooth |
| Let me keep my gold tooth |