Lyrics:

The snipers are passed outbr /In the bushes againbr /I'm glad I got my suit dry-cleanedbr /Before the riots startedbr /Cos there's only rehashed facesbr /On the bread line tonightbr /Soon you'll be a figmentbr /Of some infamous lifebr /br /Billionaires smile like weaponsbr /Passing out platinum pensionsbr /They're out of kontrolbr /No one knows how low they'll gobr /br /(hold on)br /Take a ride on a broken trainbr /br /Those bra burning deporteesbr /At the service stationbr /They know that beigebr /Is the color of resignationbr /br /We're out of kontrolbr /No one knows how low we'll gobr /(hold on)br /Take a ride on a broken trainbr /br /Shining like crystal tiarasbr /Ghettos and grey rivierasbr /This is the real me ladiesbr /You won't find no shelter herebr /br /Tell me, what's your zip code babybr /Did you ever let a cowboy sit on your lap