Broken Train — текст песни (Beck)

The snipers are passed out

In the bushes again

Im glad I got my suit dry-cleaned

Before the riots started

Cos theres only rehashed faces

On the bread line tonight

Soon youll be a figment

Of some infamous life



Billionaires smile like weapons

Passing out platinum pensions

Theyre out of kontrol

No one knows how low theyll 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



Were out of kontrol

No one knows how low well 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 wont find no shelter here



Tell me, whats your zip code baby

Did you ever let a cowboy sit on your lap