Текст песни Beck - Broken Train
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The snipers are passed outIn the bushes againIm glad I got my suit dry-cleanedBefore the riots startedCos theres only rehashed facesOn the bread line tonightSoon youll be a figmentOf some infamous lifeBillionaires smile like weaponsPassing out platinum pensionsTheyre out of kontrolNo one knows how low theyll go(hold on)Take a ride on a broken trainThose bra burning deporteesAt the service stationThey know that beigeIs the color of resignationWere out of kontrolNo one knows how low well go(hold on)Take a ride on a broken trainShining like crystal tiarasGhettos and grey rivierasThis is the real me ladiesYou wont find no shelter hereTell me, whats your zip code babyDid you ever let a cowboy sit on your lap