Beck Broken Train Lyrics

Broken Train Lyrics

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 kontrol 
No one knows how low they'll go 

(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 

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