My jaded visions of a
Jaded city broken
By a jaded wealthy jettison
We're not fine, we're not fine, we're not fine

Put your children in a chokehold
Put the poor in a chokehold
There's no such thing as a broken home
There's no such thing as a broken home

Tell that to the frontline, the bread line, the welfare line
The factory line
The factory line
The factory line
The factory line

I dream
Guillotine
Don't tell me where we'll end
You'll be sorry when we're good and dead

My bastard visions of a
Bastard city broken
By a bastard wealthy jettison
We're not fine, we're not fine, we're not fine

Put the children in a chokehold
Put the poor in a chokehold
There's no such thing as a broken home
There's no such thing as a broken home

Tell that to the frontline, the bread line, the welfare line
The lottery line
The lottery line
The lottery line
The lottery line

I dream
Guillotine
Don’t tell me we’re well fed
You'll be sorry when we're good and dead

All-Aboard
All-Aboard
All-Aboard
All-Aboard

All-aboard the cocaine ghost-train
All-aboard the cocaine ghost-train
All-aboard the cocaine ghost-train
We're not fine, we're not fine, we're not fine

I dream
Guillotine
Don’t tell me we’re well fed
You'll be sorry when we're good and dead