Tytuł: Broken train

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   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
  
  Take a ride on a broken train