the snipers 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 knows how low they ll go take a ride on a broken train 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 take a ride on a broken train take a ride on a broken train shining like crystal tiaras ghettos and gray 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 they re out of control no one knows how low we ll go take a ride on a broken train 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 we re out of control take a ride on a broken train take a ride on a broken train take a ride on the fucking train1