Lyrics: Broken Train

The snipers are passed out in the bushes again
I'm glad I got my suit dry-cleaned before the riots started
'Cause 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 the broken train
Hold on
Take a ride on the broken train

Those bra-burning deportees at the service station
They know that beige is the colour of resignation

We're out of control
No one knows how low we'll go

Hold on
Take a ride on the broken train
Hold on
Take a ride on the 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?

They're out of control
No one knows how low they'll go

Hold on
Take a ride on the broken train
Hold on
Take a ride on the broken train

La la la la la
We're out of control
We're out of control
We're out of control
We're out of control
We're out of control

Take a ride on the broken train
Take a ride on the broken train