Broken Train
BECK HANSEN
The sniper 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 know how low they'll go
(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
Shinin' 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