Broken Train |
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Broken Train Lyrics |
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In the bushes again I`m glad I got my suit dry-cleaned Before the riots started Cuz 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 Those 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 Shining like crystal tiaras Ghettoes are gray Rivieras This is the real me ladies You won`t find a shelter here Tell me, what`s your zip code baby Did you ever let a cowboy Sit on your lap? |
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