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
Ghettoes and grey 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 they'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! Take a ride on a broken train
Take a ride on a broken train