Broken Train
Beck Lyrics


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The sniper are passed out
In the bushes again
I'm glad I got my suit dry-cleaned
Before the riots started
Cause 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 know how low they'll go

(Hold on)
Take a ride on a broken train

These 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

Shinin' like crystal tiaras
Ghettos and grey Rivieras
This is the real me ladies
You won't find no shelter here





Tell me, what's your zip code baby
Did you ever let a cowboy sit on your lap

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Beck's song "Broken Train" are an insightful commentary on the state of society, with Beck's signature style of incorporating unusual and seemingly unrelated imagery to convey a message. The first two lines depict a scene of chaos and disorder, with snipers passed out in bushes and riots raging on. However, Beck offers a humorous touch by mentioning he's glad he got his suit dry-cleaned before the riots started. This lyric is a commentary on how even in moments of turmoil, people worry about insignificant things like their appearance.


The next lines describe how people have become desensitized to the poverty and suffering around them. The bread lines are full of "rehashed faces," suggesting that the people in them are all the same and their individuality has been stripped away. The line "Soon you'll be a figment/ Of some infamous life" suggests that in the grand scheme of things, individuals don't matter and will be forgotten.


The second verse continues with Beck's commentary on society, with a focus on the wealthy and their excessive lifestyles. The billionaires smile like weapons, passing out platinum pensions to those who don't need them. The line "They're out of control/No one knows how low they'll go" suggests that the wealthy have no limits to their greed, and they'll keep pushing until something gives. The chorus returns again, this time emphasizing the unpredictability of society and how we're all on a "broken train".


Overall, "Broken Train" is a satirical yet insightful commentary on society, with Beck's use of imagery and humor to convey a message that can be both thought-provoking and entertaining.


Line by Line Meaning

The sniper are passed out
The government or people in power who should be protecting us are sleeping on their job


In the bushes again
They are hiding and not doing their job


I'm glad I got my suit dry-cleaned
I am lucky to have prepared for the worst-case scenario


Before the riots started
Before the world got completely out of control and people began to panic


Cause there's only rehashed faces
The same people who caused the problems remain in power and are unable to solve them


On the bread line tonight
People are struggling and barely surviving


Soon you'll be a figment
You will be forgotten and just another statistic of the flawed system


Of some infamous life
Your memory will be tarnished and remembered for something negative


Billionaires smile like weapons
Rich people are powerful and their smiles can be used to manipulate and control people


Passing out platinum pensions
They are giving only to those who are already privileged and not to those in need


They're out of control
People in power are not being held accountable and are doing what they want without fear of repercussions


No one know how low they'll go
We can't predict how much worse things will get


(Hold on)
Stay strong and don't give up


Take a ride on a broken train
Join the rest of us in this world that is falling apart


These bra burning deportees
Women who fight for equal rights and are being punished for their beliefs


At the service station
A place where people are in need and can be taken advantage of


They know that beige
People in power want us to be complacent and not fight for change


Is the color of resignation
Beige represents giving up and accepting the status quo


We're out of control
Humanity is spiraling and we don't know how to put a stop to it


No one knows how low we'll go
Things are getting worse and there doesn't seem to be an end in sight


(Hold on)
Stay strong and don't give up


Take a ride on a broken train
Join the rest of us in this world that is falling apart


Shinin' like crystal tiaras
People in power are flaunting their wealth and privilege like royalty


Ghettos and grey Rivieras
The stark contrast between the rich, privileged areas and the poor, struggling areas


This is the real me ladies
I'm not hiding behind any facade, this is who I am


You won't find no shelter here
Don't expect any protection or help from anyone


Tell me, what's your zip code baby
What is your socioeconomic status?


Did you ever let a cowboy sit on your lap
Have you ever given in to those in power or been taken advantage of?




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: BECK HANSEN

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