| The snipers are passed out
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| In the bushes again
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| I’m glad I got my suit dry-cleaned
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| Before the riots started
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| 'Cause there’s only rehashed faces
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| On the bread line tonight
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| Soon you’ll be a figment
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| Of some infamous life
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| Billionaires smile like weapons
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| Passing out platinum pensions
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| They’re out of control
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| No one knows how low they’ll go
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| (Hold on)
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| Take a ride on a broken train
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| (Hold on)
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| Take a ride on a broken train
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| Those bra burning deportees
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| At the service station
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| They know that beige
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| Is the color of resignation
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| We’re out of control
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| No one knows how low we’ll go
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| (Hold on)
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| Take a ride on a broken train
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| (Hold on)
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| Take a ride on a broken train
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| Shining like crystal tiaras
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| Ghettos and gray Rivieras
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| This is the real me ladies
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| You won’t find no shelter here
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| Tell me, what’s your zip code, baby?
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| Did you ever let a cowboy sit on your lap?
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| We’re out of control
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| 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
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| We’re out of control
|
| We’re out of control
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| We’re out of control
|
| (Hold on)
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| We’re out of control
|
| Take a ride on a broken train
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| Take a ride on a broken train |