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

(Hold on)
Take a ride on a broken train
(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
(Hold on)
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?

We´re out of control
No one knows how low we´ll go

(Hold on)
Take a ride on a broken train
(Hold on)
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
(Hold on)
We´re out of control
Take a ride on a broken train
Take a ride on a broken train