The snipers are passed out In the bushes again I’m glad I got my suit dry-cleaned Before the riots started ‘Cos there’s only rehashed faces On the bread line tonight Soon you’ll be a figment Of some infamous life
Billionaires smile like weapons Passing out platinum pensions They’re out of control No one knows how low they’ll go
(Hold on) Take a ride on a broken train (Hold on) Take a ride on a broken train
These bra burning deportees At the service station They know that beige Is the color of resignation
We’re out of control No one knows how low we’ll go
(Hold on) Take a ride on a broken train (Hold on) Take a ride on a broken train
Shining like crystal tiaras Ghettos and grey Rivieras This is the real me ladies You won’t find no shelter here
Tell me What’s your zip code Baby Did you ever let a cowboy Sit on your lap
We’re out of control No one knows how low we’ll go
(Hold on) Take a ride on a broken train (Hold on) Take a ride on a broken train
We’re out of control We’re out of control We’re out of control We’re out of control (Hold on) Take a ride on a broken train We’re out of control
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