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The snipers are passed out
In the bushes again
I'm glad I got my suit dry-cleaned
Before the riots started
Cuz 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
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
Shining like crystal tiaras
Ghettos and gray Riviera
This is the real me ladies
You won't find no shelter here
Tell me, what's your zip code baby
Would you ever let a cowboy
Sit on your lap?
