מילים לשיר Broken Train – Beck

The snipers are passed out
I'm glad I got my suit dryIn the bushes again
Before the riots started
On the bread line tonight
Soon you'll be a figment
Cos there's only rehashed faces
Of some infamous life Passing out platinum pensions
Billionaires smile like weapons
No one knows how low they'll go They're out of kontrol
(Hold on)
Those bra burning deportees Take a ride on a broken train
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
Take a ride on a broken train
(Hold on) Shining like crystal tiaras
This is the real me ladies
Ghettos and grey Rivieras
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.