Gold Tooth Lyrics - Tap The Red Cane Whirlwind - Kelly Joe Phelps

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