The snipers are passed out
In the bushes again
Im glad I got my suit dry-cleaned
Before the riots started
Cause theres only rehashed faces
On the bread line tonight
Soon youll be a figment
Of some infamous life
Billionaires smile like weapons
Passing out platinum pensions
Theyre out of control
No one knows how low theyll go
Hold on
Take a ride on a broken train
Hold on
Take a ride on a broken train
Those bra burning deportees
At the service station
They know that beige
Is the color of resignation
Were out of control
No one knows how low well 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 gray Riviera
This is the real me ladies
You wont find no shelter here
Tell me, whats your zip code, baby?
Did you ever let a cowboy sit on your lap?
Were out of control
No one knows how low well go
Hold on
Take a ride on a broken train
Hold on
Take a ride on a broken train
Were out of control
Were out of control
Were out of control
Were out of control
Hold on
Were out of control
Take a ride on a broken train