Beck - Broken Train |
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Broken Train
The snipers are passed out I'm glad I got my suit dryIn the bushes again Before the riots started On the bread line tonight Soon you'll be a figment Cos there's only rehashed faces Of some infamous life Passing out platinum pensions Billionaires smile like weapons No one knows how low they'll go They're out of kontrol (Hold on) Those bra burning deportees Take a ride on a broken train At the service station They know that beige Is the color of resignation We're out of kontrol No one knows how low we'll go Take a ride on a broken train (Hold on) Shining like crystal tiaras This is the real me ladies Ghettos and grey Rivieras 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 |
