| Song | Gold Tooth |
| Artist | Kelly Joe Phelps |
| Album | Tap the Red Cane Whirlwind [live] |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : | |
| 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 |
| zuo ci : | |
| 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 redmoon 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 sixteencar garage | |
| Let me keep my gold tooth | |
| Let me keep my gold tooth |
| zuò cí : | |
| 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 redmoon 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 sixteencar garage | |
| Let me keep my gold tooth | |
| Let me keep my gold tooth |